I loved being a homemaker, a housewife.
When Rick and I got married, he told me that I could do anything I wanted to do, I could be anything I wanted to be. Made sure that I knew I had his 139% full and complete support.
I listened to his sweet words. Then, he got quiet.
With no hesitation, I looked into his eyes, and said, "Rick, I want to be your wife, the mother of your children, the keeper of your home. That's it. That's enough."
With soft tears in his eyes, and a catch in his voice, he answered, "Then, I will make the living and you will make the living worth while."
Every day now I realize something else that I miss -
I miss making the bed every morning - the snap of the sheets, the fluffing the pillows, just the way the bedroom looked finished. And the feel of going to bed that night, turning the bed covers down, knowing that there will be a forehead kiss, and a hug, then a soft "good night".
I miss ironing - the smell of a hot iron, the sound of the spray water sizzling when the iron touched it, the look of a pressed shirt. And how one looks in a freshly pressed shirt - the satisfaction of knowing I helped.
I miss dusting and cleaning the house - and being thankful for the life that is being lived out under the roof, between the walls. The laughter and teasing. The hugs and kisses.
I miss the cooking and cleaning up the kitchen afterwards - hearing sighs when that first bite is taken, being told that it's my fault the pants are fitting tighter.
I miss making a plate for one who has worked all day - that is not demeaning to me, that is an honor for me.
I miss gathering dirty laundry, with a grateful heart, knowing that without having clothes to wear, there would be no dirty ones to wash. The smell of sweat from hard work as I put the clothes in the washer, then the smell of fresh clothes as they go into the dryer. The warmth of clothes ready to wear being folded and hung up. The satisfaction knowing that my bunch will be wearing clean clothes this next week.
I miss every part of being a homemaker / housekeeper / housewife.
Even the most mundane, or dirty, jobs.
If ever I am blessed to have this opportunity again, be it for a day, a few weeks, or for the rest of my life - I will NOT take one moment for granted.
I will treasure and cherish each moment, making memories to hold on to.
Yes, I have been called old fashioned, weird, strange.
I have been teased - playfully.
And I have been ridiculed - hatefully.
But you know what?
I don't care.
It's all worth it to me.
It's who I am.
It's what I love to do.