As a child, I grew up with my parents and grandparents.
Every day in the morning, from Monday to Friday, my grandparents would come to my house with dinner ready, or if they couldn’t make it at home, they would make it at my house. My grandmother cut vegetables and my grandfather was responsible for frying and baking them. Whenever I didn’t go to school I helped them – it was pure pleasure. We laughed, talked and made a meal together, which we ate after my grandfather came back from work with the whole family.
My grandfather was a person who was able to encourage people to cooperate and distribute tasks well among them. You could say that he was uniting the family and eliminating chaos. Everyone’s life comes to an end at some point and of course the same thing happened to him.
Since then, everything has changed – there is no one who has the same qualities as him.
Cooking together is gone with him. My grandmother, ostentatiously speaking, “listened” to her husband and never hid it from people. She had the idea that a man should be the head of the family and should share tasks so that there was a general organisation.
. . .
I often asked her a question: aren’t you angry that Grandpa makes most of the decisions?
I still remember her answer:
“My husband never made decisions for me. He knew me perfectly well and knew that I would make that decision myself. You know, I don’t care about people who say I have nothing to say in my marriage. Let them think what they want, me and your grandfather know the truth.”
I’ve been wondering what she’s said for a very long time and I’ve taken this message from it:
What we see on the side is a subjective opinion. We look at two people who are together and we see their differences. One of them is dominant and loud and the other is quiet and humble.
First observation: opposites.
And if we look from the other side…
maybe it is these differences that make the differences similar.