Sharing a bit of homemaking inspiration with you today in today’s blog post, The Art Of Homemaking.
They call me a homemaker. If inclined, they might say Suzy Homemaker in a mocking tone. As if to keep a home well was an insult.
I can feel the meaning behind the cynicism. Perhaps they don’t see the value in it and likely their home reflects that opinion.
They call me a homemaker. When mentioned, one might say “just a homemaker”. As if the title alone was not enough of something.
Go out in to the world they tell you, earn a paycheck. As if our self worth was defined by monetary means.
A daily grind of cooking, tending to a child and cleaning a home may seem mundane to the outside world. But this work takes grit and a tenacious spirit.
They call me a homemaker. Suggesting that the traditional role of a women meant her work was somehow less meaningful than that of her counterpart.
Yet this is where it all begins for any one who has ever been anything. Brought into a home and cared for by a mother.
What a gift it is to be the universe to another and to fill that role with great pride. How could this ever be deemed as less when surely it is more significant than anything we can do with our time.
They call me a homemaker. Hinting that the role is too small for a modern day women.
But surely this title requires creativity, learning and self reflection. It is anything but small and will require any women to rise up to a daily challenge of dedicated tasks designed to serve others.
The old adage of only the strong will survive rings true. But more so, I will correctly add that only the strong will thrive here. Because it takes a servants heart and a willingness to try again.
So whenever asked, I will smile and say, that yes, I call myself a homemaker.
After all, I have earned it.