Before my daughters began menstruating they would sweetly talk about how they would help me make pads for them to use when it was their turn. I even set aside some especially soft fabric for just that purpose. Of course, when they did begin menstruating they wanted nothing to do with cloth pads, and may still want nothing to do with them. However, as one friend shared with me a number of years ago, it can be surprising how many of our parents' ideas and values come to seem more comfortable and useful when we have families of our own. My friend talked about how she found herself craving the orderly home of her childhood, and was seeing freshly how important that was to her now, though it had seemed silly when she was young.
When I first started using cloth it was after I used cloth diapers for my babies. I figured if I could handle washing diapers I could handle washing pads. When I mentioned this to my mom, she was utterly repulsed. She talked about how wonderful it was for women to gain the option of disposable pads. How hard it was in the days before washers and dryers to "hide" the fact that you were menstruating, and that in the abject poverty of my grandmother's youth, using "rags" for menstrual protection didn't communicate value to the womanly body or processes. She really spat these words at me.
So I've approached cloth pads from the joy of having a choice. I think about my mom and my grandmother and how they saw this monthly process in the time before disposables and how grateful I am to be able to celebrate this part of myself, instead of trying to hide. Economically it makes a lot of sense to use cloth. I am recycling clothes and fabric that can no longer be used for their original purpose. I am honoring my plants with the ultimate fertilizer when I water then with the soaking water. But I can also use disposables when I feel the need to. And I have a washer and a dryer and lots of clean water.
When my daughters are in a place in their lives where cloth makes more sense to them, they will have grown up in a world where cloth was a choice, not a burden. I believe they'll be amused at how what once seemed so "gross" will seem matter-of-fact after caring for babies or elderly relatives, or after working in food service jobs (or, in my case, it was working on a dairy farm that got me comfortable with all sorts of waste).
So carry on! I have faith that some of the things they protest the hardiest will come back to them someday.