Resistance to Change

We want to change everyone but forget to change ourselves first

- Smt. Jyoti Raheja

My mother had come to stay with us as my brother's family was out of town for a few days. We were happy to have her as she rarely came to stay with us. I prepared her favourite meals and she was pleased. "Roles reversed," she said with joy, as she was unable to cook due to age and weakness.

During the same time, we had decided to renovate the kitchen and were in talks with an architect and contractor. My mother was happy that I was doing up the house, a task which was long overdue. I showed her the designs and took ideas from her.

My routine changed as I had to spend more time in the kitchen but was happy and made every effort to make my mother comfortable. My brother made calls regularly to chat with us. She happily spoke about our childhood and the past.