I like homemaking. There, I said it. Don't tell the new feminists!
I kid.
I'm no June Cleaver, presenting dinner hot on the table each evening clad in heels and pearls and never getting upset, but I'm happy to embrace my role as homemaker right now. This is not to say that I love all the cooking and cleaning and laundry and child-rearing duties that are mine. That's not exactly what I mean.
What I do love is the making of the home. I like organizing (or trying to) in order to make our home flow well for the way we use it. I feel satisfaction when my people have what they need when they need it - work shirts, winter boots, the purple marker, an occasional vegetable. I enjoy making my home comfortable and welcoming for guests. Procuring what we need and getting rid of what we don't brings me a sense of accomplishment. It's fun to do things like St. Nicholas Day chocolate coins for the kids and to help my family celebrate large and small events throughout the year.
Certainly, there are homemaking tasks that I can improve on, and some I flat out hate (looking at you, showers, kitchen floor, sorting children's clothes and taking the kids for shots). But for the most part, I do feel peace when our home and our lives run somewhat smoothly. One of my love languages is acts of service, and some of the ways I live that out are administering the household, trying to make occasional decent meals and making our home comfortable for my family.
It should be obvious, but wife, mother, and homemaker are not my only roles and I certainly feel like they don't encompass all of who I am. I'm a loyal friend, a helpful daughter, a kind neighbor, a member of boards and groups. None of these is where I find my worth, since being a beloved daughter of God is enough. However, I'm grateful to feel a sense of peace in my vocation, to have goals and dreams for myself and my family that I can work toward with joy because I am comfortable in these particular roles right now.
I kid.
I'm no June Cleaver, presenting dinner hot on the table each evening clad in heels and pearls and never getting upset, but I'm happy to embrace my role as homemaker right now. This is not to say that I love all the cooking and cleaning and laundry and child-rearing duties that are mine. That's not exactly what I mean.
What I do love is the making of the home. I like organizing (or trying to) in order to make our home flow well for the way we use it. I feel satisfaction when my people have what they need when they need it - work shirts, winter boots, the purple marker, an occasional vegetable. I enjoy making my home comfortable and welcoming for guests. Procuring what we need and getting rid of what we don't brings me a sense of accomplishment. It's fun to do things like St. Nicholas Day chocolate coins for the kids and to help my family celebrate large and small events throughout the year.
Certainly, there are homemaking tasks that I can improve on, and some I flat out hate (looking at you, showers, kitchen floor, sorting children's clothes and taking the kids for shots). But for the most part, I do feel peace when our home and our lives run somewhat smoothly. One of my love languages is acts of service, and some of the ways I live that out are administering the household, trying to make occasional decent meals and making our home comfortable for my family.
It should be obvious, but wife, mother, and homemaker are not my only roles and I certainly feel like they don't encompass all of who I am. I'm a loyal friend, a helpful daughter, a kind neighbor, a member of boards and groups. None of these is where I find my worth, since being a beloved daughter of God is enough. However, I'm grateful to feel a sense of peace in my vocation, to have goals and dreams for myself and my family that I can work toward with joy because I am comfortable in these particular roles right now.
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