The word ‘Homemaker’ used to make me cringe a little bit for some reason. I think society has succeeded in the past fifty years in fooling people into thinking that mothers aren’t really necessary. We’ve learned to introduce ourselves with different titles, as if homemaker were somehow a step below teacher or attorney or writer or business person. It wasn’t until I became a full time homemaker and mother, and truthfully, not until a few years into the job, that I began to embrace it. The title of Stay-at-home-mom just doesn’t begin to encompass all of the responsibilities of the homemaker. Homemakers are the keepers of the home. We are the women who create a little space that is separate from the world. A respite. A safe haven. A home base where mama can be found for your triumphs and troubles. Home is where my boys find me chopping something up and simmering it, cutting something up and sewing it, picking something up and washing it. I am happy to be found here most hours of most days.
Home isn’t always quiet and definitely not always clean. Home has a basketball hoop in the living room where “my transformer is hanging like Tarzan, Mommy! Look! Look! Excuse me, Mommy, LOOK!” The baseboards aren’t clean and there’s often remnants of a previous meal on the floor. Home needs two new bar stools. Home is not perfect.
At the same time, it is perfect. In our role as foster parents, we recognize the rarity of a home life like ours. We are thankful for the haven we have here that God sustains, by His grace.
A while back I started reading a beautiful blog written by Itto, a German Muslim woman living in rural Morocco. She recently wrote this about mothering, homemaking, nurturing. I give it a hearty Amen. Staying home to nurture our husbands and children and homes doesn’t have the best reputation in our society anymore, but that doesn’t make it any less important. Itto is right, we are the ones responsible to bring up a new generation of people in this world. What could be more important than that?
I deeply feel that it is us, the mothers, who create a home, who feed the spirit within.
It is us, the mothers, who introduce meaning and consciousness to family life.
It is our God-given duty to provide love and care, an open ear, a beautiful environment, a warm meal and a welcoming hug.
It is up to our individual creativity how we celebrate family life, how we establish rhythm, how we practice faith, how we strengthen family bonds, and how we create a peaceful atmosphere.
It is us, the mothers, who are responsible to bring up a new generation of people to this world – children who are able to live in love, peace and respect for themselves and the world around.
I love to be the center of our home, the maker of rhythm and routine in the best of its meanings.
I love to be the provider of comfort, coziness and nourishment.
I am proud to be a manager, a guide, the keeper of balance, of continuity, of love and of peace around here.
I am the shepherdess of my flock.
I am the heart and the soul of the home.
I am the mamma – a real homemaker.