My eyes close as my head hits the pillow, little flutterings in the womb welcoming me to rest and sleep and the close of a long day.
What is being a homemaker all about?
Is it about perfection? Starched curtains and ironed bedsheets? Fancy meals and prim children and no toys about?
No. There is often not time for perfection in a busy day, but thankfully love is more important than perfection. Love bathes the imperfect, stinky toddler who took off his diaper in his crib. Love begins yet another load of laundry of sheets and blankets. Another load to wash, carry, hang, take down, fold and put away. Love as a motivation makes chores enjoyable and burdens lighter.
Love breathes forgiveness.
Forgiving the imperfect mama who kneels before her children and asks forgiveness for not being sweet and kind. For putting herself before them. Forgiveness is in the hugs of the chubby and slim arms wrapped around her in love.
Love tells stories of hard lessons learned, with a child on your lap listening. There is no pride in homemaking. Pride impresses with names and titles and stories of conquest and self. Love brings out humility and sharing shame for another's benefit.
No, homemaking has nothing to do with perfection or pride, but it has everything to do with hospitality.
Whether a cup of tea with one by the woodstove, prayers with a friend, or a houseful of noise in the evening, homemaking has everything to do with open arms. If someone needs a bed, a safe place, make it here. Make it your home.
You can make a home with little or a lot. We've managed to make a home, open our rooms, cook meals, share a table, birth and add children, and love each other anywhere from below the poverty line to well above it. Homemaking relys on creativity and heart more than money.
Love makes a home a place where people receive and grow in spirit. Homemaking is the art of sacrifice, of sharing love beyond our own, of being stretched and grown and left tired, but heart happy and contented at the end of the day. What is homemaking to you?