This is how I learn to get myself becoming the most (quite there...) understandable person on earth--So here it goes.
Never have i ever wanted to be good in cooking & preparing food but I just did ops spoil alert.
Right after my spm (read: Malaysia Certificate of Education) ended, my mom stop doing the chores during weekdays. I, of course cannot stand with the situation and from what you can tell my friends, I exploded. What came across my mind at that point was it is completely not my responsibility to keep the house under my supervision. Plus, my 92 y/o atok (read:grandad) is staying together with us. I was mad--and mom being mom, nagged. I thought of running away, but nah I couldnt live that way though. Yes from what you can tell, I stay. I was 17 at that time and being a very fresh teenager was not an optional for my family to handle my hot-tempered personality. I bet you resemble me too when you were 17 lol.
My dad once told me that whatever I do now might be the reason for my success later. That sentence came out from him right at the moment I exploded like hell. I became speechless & never bother again to complain anything. I continued doing the chores and help everyone with almost everything. I cook, I bake, I teach the kids, I fetch them from school, I settle my atok businesses (not really a company lol), I do the chores, I feed the cats and I complain about lives being so tough but then it turned into something that is smooth and even.
As days went by, I got the call to further my studies. I cheered myself because finally I can run away from doing the so-call-job.
But it didnt stop there oh boy.
Semester break was all about students enjoying their time at home yes? Unfortunately I am not. The chores-cycle continues for me, until now and I am ok with it. Completely okay! I remember those days where mom used to call me to the kitchen and taught me how to cook the lauk-s (read: Malaysian cuisines), well of course it was all for good ma shaa Allah.
Being in my 20s, I finally realise that my parents and your parents wanted the best for their kids. I am not a romantic child my friends I tell you, but once I see that my family are not being taken care the way they should be, I think I need to take the responsibilities to do so. You are saying that all mothers should completely know how to handle their own family. Well my friends, actually they do--but her being a mother with only two hands, two feet and two eyes and a busy job, you might want to lessen her burden. Dont imagine about the hardwork from doing so but think about the smile that you will create along the journey of being kind to everyone.