Have you met Domesti Kate?

A side effect of living in the South is, of course, that all us Southern girls know how to cook. With my luck, not only am I Southern, but I'm Pakistani-American Southern...American, which is a fantastical idea to wrap your thoughts around: Pakistani girls should know how to cook too. I know there are others like me, and I can only wonder if they defy stereotypes as well. You see, it's not just cooking. It's cleaning, gardening, laundry-ing, ironing, darning, mending, baking, child-rearing, husband-pleasing: all of it. And, because I'm a sweet docile woman, who "knows her place," I'm supposed to be okay with all of this.

But there's an exception. Enter The Working Woman. The South and Pakistani standards make allowances for The Working Woman, but there's more to it. She not only has one task, but two. And if she fails in one area, then she certainly shouldn't be a mother or The Working Woman.

I have a lot of respect for domestic woman. Maybe my problem is that this is not who I am, nor who I will ever be. I have great traits about myself, but I can realize and own up to being deficient in some areas that others thrive in. I want to believe that when I'm in the situation where I am a wife, and potentially, very soon, a mother, that the cards will fall neatly in a stack before me. I really do. I just think it's more responsible of me, now, to admit my faults, and come to accept them, before anyone or anything can accept me for who I am not.

This being said, I love challenges. Challenge me to cook you a delicious turkey dinner, and it's on. Dare me to weed a garden, and watch me. I like to prove others and myself wrong.

So.

I might yet become a Domesti Kate one day.

God help me.

:-)
Saira