Recently I had my brother, sister in law and nephew over for dinner.
I slaved for the whole morning, went to the supermarket and back home storing what need to be in the refrigerator. I washed, cleaned, sliced and diced to prepared Japanese sushi hand roll. Mum tsk tsk-ed over how much food I have prepared, whether it was enough for my nephew who likes to eat meaty stuff. I can’t stand it when she kept saying that the portions of dishes for the hand roll were not enough for six of us. The stirred fried pork loin and beef is not even enough for my nephew least my brother and sister in law. I just can’t stand it and gesturing to her to be out of the kitchen.
This kind of gesturing happened many times when I am cooking for a meal and guests are coming. Don’t get me wrong: I love my mother and I know she only wants everyone to have their fills. In my mother’s eyes, we are always a child and she forget that we are adolescent and cannot afford to put on weight sideways. She keep asking us to eat more, eat more during mealtime. When we finished up everything on the plate, she will comment that I did not cooked enough for six persons.
Many times I tried so hard to avoid such struggles and I have learned to let go issues if it’s something not worth fighting. “Parents know best” just doesn’t cut it as a valid reason any more. My mum cannot bring herself to say “sorry” to me and after so many years, I finally begin to accept that she is too proud and stubborn to say “sorry” even for little things which she does incorrectly. I learn to accept the “no sorry” from her. Mum thinks that “she knows best and is always right”. This is the one thing which I find it hard to accept, one day I will find the time to write about my family members - we are are so different in our ways because of our brought up and the culture set up my my so called "always knows best and right" mum. My family is like to real world outside where you find all different walks of life, complex in character and set in their ways. In my bag I always carry a small mirror and whenever I feel like criticising someone, I will look at my mirror to reflect my own iniquities before shooting out all the negatives. Nobody is perfect!
I slaved for the whole morning, went to the supermarket and back home storing what need to be in the refrigerator. I washed, cleaned, sliced and diced to prepared Japanese sushi hand roll. Mum tsk tsk-ed over how much food I have prepared, whether it was enough for my nephew who likes to eat meaty stuff. I can’t stand it when she kept saying that the portions of dishes for the hand roll were not enough for six of us. The stirred fried pork loin and beef is not even enough for my nephew least my brother and sister in law. I just can’t stand it and gesturing to her to be out of the kitchen.
This kind of gesturing happened many times when I am cooking for a meal and guests are coming. Don’t get me wrong: I love my mother and I know she only wants everyone to have their fills. In my mother’s eyes, we are always a child and she forget that we are adolescent and cannot afford to put on weight sideways. She keep asking us to eat more, eat more during mealtime. When we finished up everything on the plate, she will comment that I did not cooked enough for six persons.
Many times I tried so hard to avoid such struggles and I have learned to let go issues if it’s something not worth fighting. “Parents know best” just doesn’t cut it as a valid reason any more. My mum cannot bring herself to say “sorry” to me and after so many years, I finally begin to accept that she is too proud and stubborn to say “sorry” even for little things which she does incorrectly. I learn to accept the “no sorry” from her. Mum thinks that “she knows best and is always right”. This is the one thing which I find it hard to accept, one day I will find the time to write about my family members - we are are so different in our ways because of our brought up and the culture set up my my so called "always knows best and right" mum. My family is like to real world outside where you find all different walks of life, complex in character and set in their ways. In my bag I always carry a small mirror and whenever I feel like criticising someone, I will look at my mirror to reflect my own iniquities before shooting out all the negatives. Nobody is perfect!
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