My son and his young wife live in a rented flat not far from me. I asked my son for a spare key to their place. You never know what might happen, so I thought it wise to keep one just in case. Now, Im on holiday and both of them are at work during the day.
So, I pop over when they leave for the office. I cook shepherds pie and roast pork, Yorkshire puddings too. My son loves these hearty, traditional English dishes theyre wholesome and filling. Once Ive finished in the kitchen, I start tidying up. My daughter-in-law isnt much interested in housekeeping.
Their things are scattered about, dirty dishes piled up in the sink. I think it’s time to show her how to keep a proper home. And when they return, dinner is hot, the flat is spotless, my son is thrilled and tucks in eagerly. Youd expect them to be happy and content. But no my daughter-in-law always seems displeased. She hardly touches the food, insisting its far too heavy and unhealthy. She prefers porridge and green salads instead.
Sometimes, she tries to send me home as quickly as possible.
What I’ve come to realise is that not everyone wants the same things. People have their own ways of doing things, of living and eating, and it’s important to respect that. Sometimes, offering help means stepping back and letting others shape their own routines. In the end, understanding and respect are what hold a family together.
