Hi friends. We may not know each other personally yet but if you are also a tender to your home I know already we have a lot in common.
Not just the obvious stuff like laundry and dishes. But more importantly the mental struggles… the days that go on forever yet end so suddenly before our list is complete… the deep desires to leave a lasting impact on our husband and children within each and every expression we make.
I love all the homemaking tasks. I mean, I don’t always love hand-washing the dishes 5 times a day or tackling the endless mountain of kid clothes, but at the same time I really don’t want to be doing anything else. But as a person who finds great satisfaction from a stack of folded clothes or a shiny sink, and one more items crossed off my to-do list, what really gets me is that I still am left wanting at the end of the day if my inner-focus was not concentrated on.
What do I mean?
Well, it’s actually way easier for me to ignore my family and put my head down and just grind out all the repetitive household tasks I need to do in order for me to figuratively pat myself on the back at the end of the day. But I’ve found this kind of life just won’t suffice for me. I’ve found I’m not really happy, and my kids and husband are clearly not either. Can’t they see all the work I had done for us? Aren’t they so relieved all the clothes are washed and the floors are beaming?
Well, sure. But they really just want me. And if I lose myself in the hustle and bustle I’ve really lost the game I’m trying to play. My husband wants me to slow down and just sit near him when he gets home. He’s not asking for much but for me to pause for him for a little. My children want me to be silly with them and take little pockets of time throughout our day to just exist with them. They aren’t asking for much, either. It’s so nice to be loved, isn’t it?
So as I am writing this I am reminding myself and dually encouraging you, fellow wifey and mama… please remember who you are doing all this homemaking for. Resist the urge to get caught up in the tasks that albeit need to be done, but rather revile in the experience of life you have been so beautifully blessed with.


