About The Fulfilled Homemaker
…behind the curtain
If someone called me a “homemaker” a few years ago I would have been offended! Oh what silly notions that word brings up in people. A depressed and bored 50s housewife with nothing to do, right? How could I call myself a homemaker? I have a career! I have a college education (and in a few weeks, a Masters)! I don’t want to call myself a homemaker, do I?
As it turns out, focusing on a homebased life is what makes me feel the most fulfilled. And I’m not talking about scrubbing the floor or buying vacuums. I’m talking about something bigger, the whole story. Homemaking in this sense is a way of living, it is about making a home. For me it is about creating a beautiful and meaningful space that my husband, dog and I enjoy being in. About creating a nourishing environment where my future children can learn and explore their world. About taking steps towards running a sustainable home and learning to be more self-sufficient. About having the freedom and time to pursue my passions. About being aware of how choices I make for my home impact my community. In this definition, we are all homemakers.
Step inside my home…
Right now in the kitchen there is soup from my Vitamix heating up on the stove which is actually leftover from Monday. The potatoes and carrots in it were from our garden. This morning, I hung a new kitchen wetbag that I sewed last night on a knob for our used non-paper towels, cloth napkins and rags.
There are handmade cloth napkins on the table from lunch and we’ll use them again for dinner.
I’m sitting upstairs in my art room/studio/office/someday-kid’s-room which could use some decluttering and organizing again soon. The walls in this room are painted a happy green and I always feel so fresh and lively when I work up here. My dog, Lennon, puts his nose on my laptop to tell me, “Enough of this crap. Come play with me.”
My husband is finishing up his day from his work-at-home-office/someday-kid’s-room next door. He is an Internet guy and helps me with the technical mumbo jumbo of this site. We often wonder how these rooms will transform when another little person is living in the house. For now, we spread our papers and clothes and dog toys throughout our little house.
I love our home.
It is our sanctuary. A constant work in progress that evolves with us. Each scratch, each dent is adding a layer of life to it. We are building memories. It is the space where we try new things and succeed and fail and learn and grow and thrive. With every moment we are making a home. We are homemakers!