I’m a homemaker and darn proud of it.
But it wasn’t always that way….
There was a point in my life when I would be filling out an application and I’d hesitate whenever I’d get to that one dreaded question: occupation. I didn’t know what to write. I didn’t know how to reduce all I did into one word or phrase. I hated that writing the words stay-at-home mom or simply mom or even homemaker left me feeling like I didn’t really have a profession. I’m ashamed to admit it, but that’s how I used to feel. So much even that I searched actually online for “creative ways to say homemaker on application.” Sad but true.
Now I look back on that and laugh at how naive I was about the great responsibility I carried out. I didn’t realize back then that being a homemaker is the most important profession out there. Think about it, what is more important than being the one who makes a home? Where would we be without mothers or fathers or caregivers; without anyone to make a home for kids? Most professions out there are a result of a homemaker who provided that child with the care and nurture they needed to succeed. Homemakers are absolutely essential for the success of any civilization.
I’m getting a little to social studies-ish, but it’s true.
Homemakers make homes. They provide children with a safe place where they can grow.
I learn more by being a homemaker than I could doing any other profession.
I learn patience.
I learn love.
I learn strength.
I learn to juggle a million different things at once.
I’m a teacher.
I’m a nurse.
I’m an actress.
I’m a judge.
I’m a cook.
There are no raises or promotions. There’s definitely no yearly bonuses. There are no Christmas parties where I get honored for my outstanding work. There’s hardly any praise. There’s LONG hours. The work is mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausting. BUT, the rewards I receive outweigh any of this. I get little kisses on the nose. I get warm cuddles. I get random flowers brought to me and songs written about me. I get 4 little friends who are with me through good or bad. Who don’t care if I wear make up or if I work out. Who love me for me.
I get to watch them grow up.
I get to be their Mama.
I get to make a HOME.
So let me tell y’all. If I was a bumper-sticker-on-car kind of gal, I would totally have one that says “Homemaker and darn proud of it.”
I so am.