Why are we so different?

 I'm thinking about my mother. No, not about her flaws. It's just a different perspective between my mother and me. My mother often complains, saying that none of her children help her. It's easy to conclude that the children must be at fault, and I admit it, especially since I live far from her.

But then I look at myself as a mother. I take care of my three children without any help. Even my husband is very busy, so it's truly just me serving him and the children. My thoughts and energy are focused there, especially since my children are still young and not independent yet. It feels like these moments are very long, like changing diapers for the youngest, which feels like doing it hundreds of times over years.

So, I think when they become independent and grown up (especially when they're married), it will be my time to be truly free as a mother. But why doesn't my mother feel that way? In her old age, she seems perpetually exhausted and feels unhelped. Why doesn't she think, "I'm free from the hassle of taking care of children"?

Maybe it's because my mother always had a maid, so she's used to being served and wants that to continue. I'm really puzzled why my mother and I can't be the same, even though we're mother and daughter.