I don't like to cook but seeing their plate clear gives me glitter.

I grew up in a very big family where the girls were always expected to be in the kitchen and learn how to cook from a very young age. I watched my mother cooking non-stop every single day, from breakfast to lunch to dinner. Back then, it just felt like a normal daily routine in the house.

Now that I’m married and a stay-at-home mum, I finally understand the kind of love hidden behind those everyday meals. It almost feels automatic for me now, making sure there’s always food on the table, thinking about what to cook tomorrow, wondering what meal would make my husband happy after work or what my daughter would enjoy eating today.

I know today’s era is different from before. Nowadays, things are more equal, and many husbands cook too, which honestly, I think is beautiful. But for me personally, cooking somehow became part of the way I love people.

To be honest, cooking is tiring, and I don’t always enjoy the process of it. Thinking about meals every single day can feel exhausting sometimes. There are days when I stand in the kitchen not because I want to, but simply because I care. But luckily, I have a very supportive husband who helps me with everything, including cleaning up after I finish cooking. And somehow, that makes the kitchen feel lighter too.

Seeing my husband quietly enjoying the food. Seeing my daughter happily asking for more. Those little moments make me happy.

But seeing their plates clear gives me the most glitter. I realized I don’t always love cooking, but I love feeding the people I love. Slowly, the kitchen became part of my love language.

And through all of this, I finally understand my mother a little more now. I realized how much she loved her family, even though she never really said it out loud. She showed it through warm meals, full plates, cut fruits, and a kitchen that was always alive.

Love can be loud sometimes.
And honestly, I think love can be as simple as cooking.

d.g✨