I'm living a wonderful life – the full, rich, busy life of a stay-at-home wife and mother. About two years ago, at the end of my college years and with my heart newly turned towards home, I had dreamed and imagined myself living just the sort of life I have now: with a husband, and a baby, and a lovely little home to take care of. A life of simplicity and finding joy in the simplest things.
I do love my life. I know that my choices are causing many raised eyebrows among family, friends and neighbors, who don't hesitate to express their astonishment as to why a young, capable woman such as myself is "wasting her time" at home. Add to this the fact that we are not rich – we have all we need and more, but we do live rather frugally – and people are wondering how come I'm not on the lookout for employment outside the home.
I have received several job offers, none of which would have left me with any substantial amount of money at the end of a month, after deducing daycare and other work-related expenses. I must admit: when I explain why I'm at home, I often cling to this point, which makes me feel as though I'm not being entirely truthful because in fact, even if I could make more than my husband, it wouldn't make the slightest change to my belief that the woman's primary mission in life is to be a wife, mother and homemaker, and that since the Almighty kindly gave me a husband, a child and a home, He evidently meant me to be there for my family.
My days are a kaleidoscope of activity. I'm sure it cannot be compared with the mad rollercoaster of families where both parents work outside the home, but I'm literally busy every minute of the day – busy doing things I love, things that make life worthwhile. I'm sure the busyness will increase as our daughter grows, and as (hopefully) more children are added to the family.
The modern homemaker often finds herself in a situation when it seems almost impossible to redeem her value no matter what she does. She is perceived as lazy and selfish because she stays home instead of "contributing financially" by working outside the home, especially if the family is going through a period of financial troubles; or else people pity her for being horribly taken advantage of, turned into a housekeeper and nanny while being denied the opportunity to unfold her wings and pursue her talents and ambitions.
On top of all the natural challenges of being a wife, mother and homemaker, there is always the pressure to prove that you are doing something worthwhile (something that no sane person would have doubted a couple of generations ago). And God forbid if she ever complains about being tired or not having enough money – when a "working woman" says she is tired or finances are tight, she gets sympathy, but a homemaker is simply told to stop being lazy and go find a job.
So, we are not perfect and neither is our life. We all sometimes wish we had more support, or enough money to never think about it again, or more leisure time – at present, I keep apologizing to people who sent me questions for replying to their email after a month, yet if they knew how little time I actually have on the computer, they would marvel at the fact that I'm still updating this blog regularly enough.
Ah, how I wish I had enough eloquence - and time - to express the deep degree of contentment that spreads over me after a day of baking, mopping floors, washing, ironing and giving snuggles and baths! After a long, productive day I feel at peace with myself and with the world, feeling that this is just where I ought to be – right where I was placed, and where my heart belongs.