Out of any career I could pick, I picked the hardest one for me.
When I told my teachers that my goal was to be a homemaker someday, they shook their heads in disapproval.
“What a waste,” they said.
Little did they know how prophetic their implications would be.
Fast-forward five years and my dream career had become a reality. Being a mom and a wife was everything I’d hoped for. I had a wonderful hubby, and we were building a loving family together.
But the reality was that I was not cut out to be a Homemaker. Where I had easily grasped the concepts of chemistry and physics, now the concepts of cooking and cleaning were eluding me.
“Come on, JEN,” My mom would say, “It’s not rocket science.”
I know! Rocket science I could do!
It took many years of burning water and decluttering interventions before I finally got the hang of it a little. I still struggle with these crazy ideas, and have to figure out what works for me day by day. For example, I had an epiphany about how to keep my pantry clean. I’d tried everyone’s method, and nothing worked for me. It finally occurred to me that I could alphabetize my spices. Now I KNOW whether I have ginger, because it will be in the “G” row.
I can hear what you're thinking... Who alphabetizes spices? No one I knew. But it’s working for me.
Maybe you are a homemaker trying to keep it together, but feeling like everything is falling apart. I’ve been there. I'm still kind of there. All I can say is, keep doing the best you can, and you’ll do fine. And don’t be afraid to ask for help.
Now, a quick word to working Moms. You rock.
Each woman’s decision to work or stay home is between her and the Lord. Of course, the ideal situation would be a man and his wife living together, loving each other, building a family, where the man provides the income and the woman provides a stable and loving home.
Reality rarely matches the ideal.
I write about, with, for, and around kids all day. (Well, maybe I do the dishes too. Sometimes.)