Continuing on with The Art of Homemaking series. In Coming into Your Own as a homemaker, I share my personal story for a bit of homemaking inspiration.
Hello and welcome back. This week I want to tell you a story.
As a young 19 year old women,I was eager to make a home for myself. Wanting to create a place that was beautiful, comfortable and a safe haven. I moved out with a boyfriend who later became my husband and began doing just that. I found this deep sense of joy going about our home and making it a place we wanted to be.
Friends would often remind me that babies meant my body would be ruined. And homemaking was something our grandmothers did. I would thank them for their advice and continue bringing home the cut flowers for our table.
Yet, I didn’t care.
I loved creating a home.
I stood in the kitchen with recipes cut out from magazines, overwhelmed and intimidated by them. But slowly learning on my own.
It wasn’t until a friend stopped by one evening. She didn’t know any better, but her face was full of judgement and confusion as to why I was here cooking dinner and not wanting to go out on a Friday night.
And yes at 20 years old, this is where I wanted to be. Her judgement that night made me feel small. It was the first time anyone had looked at what I was doing and shown disgust.
I began to think of careers that would use my talents so that my time wouldn’t be wasted. I began to not speak so openly to what I was doing in our home because it didn’t feel relevant.
It was only when I had my daughter that that feeling began to go away
But as I embraced this homemaker and motherhood role.I was mocked often.
Who do you think you are?
Why do we do this? It is a curious thing, that we feel inclined to offer a negative thought to someone else. The need to belittle.
I paid no mind. I knew at the very least, I enjoyed creating a home and poured my love into caring for my daughter.
As I get older my confidence builds.
I find deep pride in the work I am doing. To watch my daughter enjoy a meal or lay in a soft clean bed or ask me in the middle of the day if I can read with her.
I smile to think of ever haven felt small to care for a home. These spaces are our canvas for which to create in. Be proud, be bold each day as you go about your work. Because it matters.
This week if you encounter a negative comment toward your work as a homemaker or as a mother. I offer you these words by Chesterton, he writes
“How can it be a large career to tell other people’s children about the Rule of Three, and a small career to tell one’s own children about the universe? How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone, and narrow to be everything to someone? No; a woman’s function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is minute. I will pity Mrs. Jones for the hugeness of her tasks; I will never pity her for its smallness”