Updated: Dec 19, 2020
Now that I'm nearing 50, I can say I am definitely happy that I am a homemaker. I've spent years feeling shame around that title. But the opportunity to spend time with all my family is the greatest gift to me. I look forward to be able to safely volunteer face-to-face in the community again soon.
For years, I let these negative thoughts bounce around in my head:
Stretch pennies harder since I don't bring them in. But in the right light, that's just a personal challenge.
See how far I can take secondhand, thrift, hand-me-downs, garage sale finds, holey socks.
I used to get so anxious when people ask "Do you work?" I've learned to say, "Yes, I work. I just haven't drawn a paycheck in years." Some people look confused. I don't care like I used to. I have fun turning around asking them "What do you like to do in your free time?" I feel sad for the folks who don't have an answer. Or start talking at length about tv shows.
Moments like today make being a homemaker precious:
Bake a homemade cherry pie for my parents. Gotta start with unsweetened cherries and make my own filling. Second time I've made this buttermilk crust recipe. Now that my mother shared that delicious recipe with me there's no looking back.
Walk our rescue dog Marsha three times a day
Take time with my coffee and reading
Make homemade cards for occasions