I had never truly understood how to stop something inappropriate — something I didn’t want passed on to my child or to the generations that come after her.
It’s so easy for people to point fingers at the lady of the house — the one who shoulders everything with quiet determination. The woman who builds her career, keeps her family together, raises her child with care and intellect, and still shows up fully devoted to her work.
Such women become easy targets. They neither have the time nor the inclination to play politics. They are soft targets — often criticized, compared, and misunderstood. Compassion for them is rare because very few can truly stand in their shoes.
But my concern today wasn’t about being misunderstood. I’ve learned to identify that pain. My real worry was seeing my own child learning to mirror that same attitude — the same unfair judgment — towards me.
She told me that I don’t respect my family, that I don’t care for them. It pierced me deeply.
I have always followed one rule: never to speak ill of anyone, especially family, in front of her. I wanted her to grow in an environment free of bitterness and blame.
But today, when I saw her reflecting the very words and tones I’ve silently endured, I knew it was time to act.
So, I showed her the truth — how her Mama works tirelessly, studies, cooks, handles every household chore, takes care of her, and keeps learning every day. I told her, “If even you start blaming me like others do, then there will be no one left who truly understands your Mama.”
And in that moment, I decided — this ends here.
The cycle of blame, of judgment, of inherited misunderstanding — stops with me.
I began with my child. 🌱
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