When I was a young adult I was a rebel. I refused to believe that anyone older than me had anything to say was worth listening to. I above all hated my Aunts. They were always cleaning my room, throwing my make up away, telling me how to behave, and to be a good girl. I had no desire to be a "good girl" and I certainly did not want them in my room.
Their homes were always spotless. They always had freshly made cookies and awesome food to share with anyone who stopped by. If you ever went to their home or even if they came to mine a hot pot of coffee was well on its way, followed by cookies and liquor. Shots for all to put in their coffees while they argued about politics, or "when we came to America" talks (or shouting matches) .
As I became a mother myself and had my own home I struggled with keeping it clean. I struggled with having the laundry folded, put away, and hung. I cooked out of a box and was not very domestic. But then when I hit around 30 and had my last baby something happened. My dishes were washed, Mt. Washmore vanished, I dusted, I cooked, and my house is normally company ready. Each year it got better.
Now when I visit them I really enjoy being around them. I love to hear their stories of the "old country" and when they came here. How little they had, how the saved, did their own work, struggled, etc. I appreciate what they have done for us. I appreciate what great examples they are too me. They are not perfect but I sure do not mind following their lead.
We do not get as much company out here in the county but when people do come the house is company ready, the coffee is hot, the liquor is poured but I still have not gotten that cookie part down yet... I am a work in progress.