Friday, May 16, 2008
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Housewife
A lot of girls growing up dream of being a mom. The perfect homemaker. Wanting to have children and many adorable babies which they can smother with their undying unconditional love. They put on that apron and bake a delicious apple pie, cook a fabulous dinner. Wash some laundry, iron some pants, sweep the floor, vaccuum the rooms Go to bed, wake up do it all over again.
I was never one of those girls. I didn't dream of being the perfect mom, driving my kids around to soccer, walking the dogs, having tea parties with my friends. I didn't really have many big aspirations at all. By the time I was a junior in high school, I just started looking for college. I assumed that I would go get a degree in something that would get me a decent job so I could make money; have a career.
By the time I was done with college, I realized, I don't want a career. I don't want to climb the corporate ladder. I wouldn't mind the money, but I just don't find satisfaction in titles and postions, I'd rather do something meaningful with what little time I have. When I die I don't want Isabel Huntsman, CEO on my tombstone, I want to be remembered as someone who gave to others, who inspired others, who did more that lock herself in an office to achieve some top of the ladder title, that in the end is meaningless.
Not saying having the goal of becoming a CEO is wrong. It's just not my goal.
Which leaves me at an impass. This week I began putting together a meal plan for me and Mike for the next two weeks so I can go grocery shopping this weekend. Searching for recipes on the internet, and putting the plan together excited me. On Monday night I did some laundry, folded it up and put it away. I felt accomplished. When Mike came home from work and noticed that I did that he was so appreciative. I felt important. Last night Mike couldn't fall asleep, he kept whining and complaining, tossing and turning. I rubbed his head a little and scratched his back and he was out. I felt irreplacable.
You see, I'm starting to notice a pattern. I like just being at home, cleaning, keeping the house in order. But as of right now, I make the money. If I quit my job, we could no longer afford our house, we could barely afford a decent apartment. So for now, because I followed what I was "supposed" to do [go to college, get a good job, make money] I'm stuck.
Maybe the grass is greener on the other side, and I just like being a housewife because it's different. Who knows. But for now, a girl can dream.
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Comments (5)
I appreciate your honesty with this post. I've noticed some of the same things in the cycle of life. The culture tells us what we should think, feel and do with our lives, but it's often a lie. I will pray that God gives you the opportunity to stay home now that He has placed that in your heart.
Blessings,
JC
You're post was so good to read...I've been thinking a lot of the same things. Right now, I'm not married, and I'm going to college, but my goal is not to be a career lady. In fact, I'd love to quit the part time job I've got and come home and serve my family. God just hasn't led in that way right now. Well, I don't exactly have an answer, rather, I know what it's like. Wanting something that just feels so right, but God placing me in another situation that's not my first pick. God has a purpose.
God bless as you continue to follow Him.
Priscilla
the new apt is great. i love it. i just need to decorate it now to make it feel homie!! lol so unnie, you want kids now?
Mm~ I like this blog. It's... Well it fits me.
. Maybe I've grown up too fast. Maybe I skipped the whole "need to earn money to support a family" part. But as a girl can dream, so can a boy.
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Just like you said, no big aspirations. Just a walk in a park, sitting on a patch of grass with that person (maybe have the little devils run around), sitting on a couch with that person, waking up to the knowledge that the other 1/2 of bed is occupied, coming back from work (don't matter what my work is) to see that person greet me with a smile (that person doesn't have to be a housewife, but I hope that person comes home before I do or I'll be walking into an empty house). Is there a better life than that? Maybe...