Weekends

I never realized why my mother used to tell her friends/students/acquaintances "I owe my daughter a lot for having sacrificed every weekend of hers for my work". The reason I never felt it a sacrifice of any sort was because she was there for me every day when I came back from school, and that completely made up for everything she felt she has denied me. It was a routine to help her with her work for a long time, long enough till I found myself a job where I started working on weekdays. I started thinking that her work was bizzare only when I got out to see people claiming a weekend to be "something". In the beginning of my new work, I  felt the need to rest during the weekend to be able to jump again for work.

I happened to meet a senior in my line of work, who asked me "One job? that is it? What have you achieved, and what do you think you can achieve by the time you are 25?" I felt he was mad, I had people to support me saying that capacities for men and women are different, and I should not be bothering. And how horrible I feel today that I fell for the latter, when I believe a person should only be self empowered and not by anyone else for any factor, and the cheapest being a weaker gender. 

Anyways, both the discussions happened for a short while, but thoughts were flowing for a long time. Long enough till I felt tired of resting for two full days of the weekend, and started finding myself useless the rest of the time. 

Today, I shook up to help my mom. I promised her last night, and got up late. Early enough to help her for work. And for having lost the gap of doing this, I had a trouble getting back in touch in the first place. End of the day, I was tired, I don't deny. But I was not unhappy. I was happier for being useful, for I never understood what a great asset my mother gave me to teach me to be productive on weekends, and I no longer care if I cannot go to a movie, or do something crazy on weekends. I am blessed with enough craziness to be mad on any given day.