I'm a housewife. As much as I detest that title, that's what I am. I'm a
stay at home mom. A homemaker. Most of the time I love it. I love that I
get to stay home with my kids and be a part of this precious time in
their lives. I like creating a home.
But here's the honest truth. Sometimes it is mad boring. Maybe boring
isn't the right word. Exhausting and mind numbing? Sometimes the days
run together into a mad dash of clean up one room- walk into the next
and find it a disaster-cook breakfast-clean dishes-"Monster, please don't
cry, I just want to take a 3 minute shower"-cook lunch-clean
dishes-play Candyland-change diapers- find food all over my jeans - run to the grocery store- make a snack - help with homework -cook
dinner- clean dishes- "please don't splash water all over
mommy"-storytime- one more kiss and hug.....collapse into bed....
All that mommy stuff I do is important. It's what makes our family work. But 20 years down the road, I'm not going to remember how clean the house was or what I made for lunch. That doesn't make it any less important. All the things we do as mothers helps with the development and well being of our children.
We aren't going to remember most of these things in 20 years. What are we going to remember? Christmas. Birthdays. Leprechaun traps. Summer BBQs in the backyard. Family vacations. Easter Egg hunts. Fourth of July writing in the air with sparklers. When my children look back at their lives, I bet they will think about what made the special days special. I may not remember many Wednesday night dinners as a child, but I remember every Christmas. Every Birthday. Every Halloween.
Day after day, 99% of us do the same thing over and over. We care for children or sit in our offices and we do the things that are required of us. A few times a year there are days that stand out. Days of celebration. An anniversary, Father's day, Halloween. These are days that break up the monotony. If it isn't your particular inclination to make them a big deal, that is totally fine. But for those of us who do want to celebrate, it isn't an affront. It isn't to make anyone feel bad about not participating in the celebrations. It is just something some of us do to bring more joy into our life.
Celebrating life. Maybe that is my thing. I love birthdays. I love that there is a day totally dedicated to celebrating someone's birth. My children's birthdays are going to be special. However they want them to be. I love Christmas. I love the smells that remind me of childhood stories around the tree. I love Halloween and the glee of a home filled with spooky decor and giggling at silly costumes. I love all of it. It isn't extra stress to me. It is a de-stresser. A relief from the everyday.
When I mentioned to a friend that I wanted to throw a birthday for Bruiser, she said "You know, he probably isn't going to remember every detail.". That's true. But he will remember always feeling loved. The traditions will become a part of him. And as parents we don't always do things for our children so they will remember them, sometime we do it so that we as parents can remember the utter joy and happiness displayed on our sweet children's faces. For me, those memories alone are worth the trouble.
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All that mommy stuff I do is important. It's what makes our family work. But 20 years down the road, I'm not going to remember how clean the house was or what I made for lunch. That doesn't make it any less important. All the things we do as mothers helps with the development and well being of our children.
We aren't going to remember most of these things in 20 years. What are we going to remember? Christmas. Birthdays. Leprechaun traps. Summer BBQs in the backyard. Family vacations. Easter Egg hunts. Fourth of July writing in the air with sparklers. When my children look back at their lives, I bet they will think about what made the special days special. I may not remember many Wednesday night dinners as a child, but I remember every Christmas. Every Birthday. Every Halloween.
Day after day, 99% of us do the same thing over and over. We care for children or sit in our offices and we do the things that are required of us. A few times a year there are days that stand out. Days of celebration. An anniversary, Father's day, Halloween. These are days that break up the monotony. If it isn't your particular inclination to make them a big deal, that is totally fine. But for those of us who do want to celebrate, it isn't an affront. It isn't to make anyone feel bad about not participating in the celebrations. It is just something some of us do to bring more joy into our life.
Celebrating life. Maybe that is my thing. I love birthdays. I love that there is a day totally dedicated to celebrating someone's birth. My children's birthdays are going to be special. However they want them to be. I love Christmas. I love the smells that remind me of childhood stories around the tree. I love Halloween and the glee of a home filled with spooky decor and giggling at silly costumes. I love all of it. It isn't extra stress to me. It is a de-stresser. A relief from the everyday.
When I mentioned to a friend that I wanted to throw a birthday for Bruiser, she said "You know, he probably isn't going to remember every detail.". That's true. But he will remember always feeling loved. The traditions will become a part of him. And as parents we don't always do things for our children so they will remember them, sometime we do it so that we as parents can remember the utter joy and happiness displayed on our sweet children's faces. For me, those memories alone are worth the trouble.
I love this post! I love creating memories even if it means I'm the only one that going to remember them. I know as the boys get older they will start to remember more. :)
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