I finally understand

That I should have always thanked my mother for cooking, and said that it was good.
As a wife and cook of the house, I see it all now.
She cooked even when she was busy, or tired, or not asked to cook.
I can't remember how many times I said thank you, or that was delicious. Not many.
I can't remember feeling that my mother must have been tired, or that it was so strong of her to keep cooking.