LOL! Well, if it encourages you, here's my story:
My mother not only hates cooking with children, she hates cooking, period. She just can't stand it. Whereas I've been begging to bake since about the age of eight. After the first few times, Mum wouldn't help me. She liked to eat what I baked, though, so she let me cook fairly often. Then when I was 12, I started homeschooling and every morning we'd have this conversation:
Me: Mum, can I bake something?
She: Only if you make dinner.
Which was great, because this way I learned to cook actual food. Left to myself, I would only ever have made three-layer fudgy, icingy, chocolatey slices (which is grand and all, but one should branch out).
Nine years later, I may have a slightly lopsided education, but hoo boy, can I cook! And just think, if Mum had enjoyed it I wouldn't have half the cooking skills I do now.