The Woman behind the homemaker
My mother deserves more than being needed
She is a homemaker.
She spent seven years in college. Just when she was about to start working, health issues made it difficult for her to do so.
Since then, I have watched her become the kind of person who never seems to stop.
She wakes up at 5 in the morning. From the moment she wakes up until she goes to bed, there is always something she is doing around the house.
And she never says, “I’m tired.”
She actually has so many hobbies — reading, stitching, crochet. But somewhere along the way, I watched those things slowly disappear from her everyday life.
I have told her so many times, “Please leave the household chores for a while. Do something for yourself.”
She never listens.
A few days ago, she made rosette cookies. My sister and I both live in hostels, away from home, and when my mom came to visit us, she brought some.
I ate them. My friends ate them too.
And honestly, her cookies are amazing.
My sister’s friends were especially dramatic about it. They started saying things like, “Your mom deserves a golden bangle for these cookies!”
And somehow, that little bit of praise completely lit her up.
Now she is spending even more time in the kitchen making cookies. She’s planning to send my sister cookies every week.
And that’s what made me strangely furious.
Not because she doesn’t deserve appreciation.
She absolutely does.
But I don’t want my mother to believe that her worth comes from how much she can do for everyone else.
I’ve seen more of my mother than her household chores.
I’ve seen the woman who encouraged me when everyone else had given up on me.
I’ve seen her stand beside me through my tears, my doubts and the moments when I didn’t believe in myself.
I’ve admired her courage.
Maybe circumstances stopped her from having the career she once imagined. Maybe life slowly pushed her into a role where she became responsible for everyone and everything.
But she is more than the kitchen.
She is more than the food she makes.
She is more than the clean house, the folded clothes and the things she does for us without ever complaining.
I don’t want her to spend the rest of her life proving how much she can do for other people.
I want her to read the books she keeps aside.
I want her to crochet because she enjoys it, not because someone is waiting for something she made.
I want her to have hobbies again.
I want her to rest without feeling guilty.
I want her to have a life that belongs to her.
Because my mother deserves appreciation, yes.
But more than that, she deserves a life beyond being needed.