Last night when I was waiting for my mother to come home,1 I decided to do her dishes. It’s funny, how with housework, it’s easier to steel myself up to doing someone else’s dishes,2 yet so much harder to do my own. I wonder if this thought represents a much larger pattern in life.
My mother has been recovering from being sick and so she’s kinda let her kitchen get a little scary. When I went over last night and walked into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and saw what she was facing, I understood why she had been avoiding them for so long. It was an overwhelming amount of dishes, pots, pans, plates, bowls, mugs and silverware. I knew even if I only managed to put a dent in them before she got home, it would make the next time she faced them all that much easier.3
I’ve been thinking about what motivates us as human beings to do the things we do and why we do them. Was I looking for gratification? Did I want praise for being so kind? Some who believes in the selfish nature of man would say yes. But I believe I had a more pure motivation. I think in life, sometimes you just need someone to help jump start you. And sometimes it’s easier to face someone else’s mess rather than your own.
But in the end, I think it’s more about just being helpful to my lovely Mother. I don’t really need a better motivation than that.
Ps. Lost was amazing.