I respect my mom... Poor mommy.
She was the first female of a series of 7 sibilings.
My grandparents were so very 1600's in their beliefs, as farmers they believed the more kids they had the more working people for their farm - and that women were inferior beings.
My grampa was a very mean severe japanese man, and as such didn't allow my mom to proceed with her education past 5th grade, while all her brothers got to go to school. So she was raised to be a housewife, cooking, cleaning, ironing, etc., all by hand. No washer, no dryier, no microwave, no dishwasher, no air conditioning, no heater, no hot water, unless boiled in the stove.
Then, she married my dad. Another severe japanese man.
Then, she had myself and my brother, two little spoilled children that had priority over everything before her: clothing, shoes, school supplies. While taking care of us, she managed to finish 8th grade and even high school, juggling house work, cooking and cleaning, all without any of my dads help.
Even as of today, she still does the same things. Wakes up at 6, makes my dad lunch, do laundry by hand, hanging clothes outside when it is sunny, ironing (my dad never bought a washer/dryier), doing dishes in cold water (my dad never got a water heater or a dishwasher for that matter), cooking (no microwave either), and cleaning. Not to mention how mad my dad gets when he gets home and there isn't dinner ready at the table.
I am not saying my dad is a terrible man, nor my grandfather... I understand that, to some extent it isn't their fault, they've been "trained" to be jackasses by countless generations. But I promised myself I would break out of that stupid tradition. In a way, I promised myself I would not become my mom... For her sake, for my own sake and for any future generation's sake.
I feel sad that I made myself this promise: to never become my mom... Because, although I don't want to be enslaved like that, she is the strongest person I have ever known.
And I respect her for that.