|cups + cuteness|
|pixie + polka dots|
|chin + cheerios|
|peach/apple pie love|
|chocolate + orange shortbread|
Another week, another peek at the simple moments in our nest.
Can I just say that lately it's felt really awesome to summon this inner domestic?
Cooking new meals, baking new recipes, wearing an apron, cleaning the house.etc.
(If you recall my last confession about 'fearing the kitchen'... you'll know this is kind of a big deal).
To all those femi-nazis who wanted to liberate women from the domestic 'confines' of house-wife 'oppression'... you've missed the liberation of being in this role!
Sometimes the cooking, cleaning, and caring is utter drudgery... sure.
But, other times... it can be a total delight.
For me it's totally a perspective issue.
If I look at the daily 'duties' as just in the way... needing to get done to move on with what I really want to do... well, then I loathe them.
If, while doing the cleaning, I'm just rushing ahead in my thoughts to that cup of tea and crafting that I would much rather be enjoying... then I'm not being present/mindful of this moment.
But, if I see the domestic duties as something meaningful/purpose-full in themselves... they bring joy.
For me, it's called: love.
The secret to being a happy housewife?
Here's how the formula works in my own heart:
Love God = desire to serve others.
Love husband = delight to serve in our home.
*Serve* sounds so... subversive in our current culture - especially amongst us women. But I have found this beautiful balance, and complementary freedom, in letting my guy be the man, and me be the woman - both equal, both unique.
All I know is that I love to *show* my Ben that I love him... by cleaning the house, or baking him a peach pie.. or, like, stuff..
It fuels my work, this love.
So, it feels like I'm growing to embrace this role (except for the moments I still recoil at it... I'm a hot mess somedays)! I'm re-learning that this title of 'home.maker' is a badge that can be worn with honour - not bashfully or shamefully. We haven't 'given up' on being strong women.
We aren't a waste of a good brain, or talents.
We are house.wives... and that can be a truly beauty-full thing.
Funny how perspectives can change.. once our experiences do.