Do Not Be Chauvinistic Son

My mom was always trying to keep me occupied, so I would not cause a headache for her or get hurt. She was making lunch one day when she taught me how to make cutlets. Those are simple things. She kept going with the ground beef, chopped onions, potatoes, and spices, and I just played. Then when she was frying them, she made me stay away because the hot oil splattering would have got me. My mom taught me how to cook because she always said, “I need to learn how to cook, clean my clothes and repair them.”

Well, one day, after falling, I came home, and my pants were ripped. I ran straight to my mom and showed her. “Not a problem,” she said.

My mom got her sewing kit and showed me how to thread the needle.

Then she handed me my pants and thread. “Start sewing,” she said, and that’s when she showed me how to sew.

I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I learned how to sew and sew my ripped pants.

Time passed, and I ripped another pair of pants. Or maybe it was a shirt. I came home and said, “Mommy, I ripped my clothes.”

“You know where the sewing kit is,” she replied. “I taught you how to do it.”

I wondered, “Why do I need to know how to cook and sew my clothes and how to clean up?” Then with a straight face, I added, “When I grow up, I’m going to get married,

And my wife will do all the cooking and sewing for me. So, I don’t need to learn this.”

My mom quickly set me straight. “Are you, my son?” “Are you, my son?” she asked.

Proudly said yes, mom.

“Then my son will learn how to cook, sew, and clean up after himself. Life is sharing with your wife, not taking from your wife.” You will respect, honor, help, and love her.