I know you girls know this story already (since I have been kvetching about it) but it keeps bugging me. Your father was on his yearly elk hunting trip with his buddies. They are all enjoying stew or was it chili, maybe cookies, anyways one of the guy’s wife made it. All of these men’s wives work. I am the ONLY stay at home wife. As they ate and chatted, this came up. See I do not make food for your dad to take with him. It is not that I am opposed to making food; it is just that he has never asked me to. To be honest I never even thought about making anything, his hunting trips are sort of his thing.
Well these gentlemen, one in particular, intimated that I am home all day, what the heck am I doing? Their wives all work and cook for them (probably grocery shopped for them too), so what was my excuse? It is not like I have a real job. Of course this has needled at me. It is hard that society does not think much of homemaking, that something only has real value unless it earns cash.
So what is my job? My job is to make you unique breakfast-in-bed on your birthday, my job is to hide your Easter basket (for the Easter Bunny of course) filled with really good dark chocolate (no junk), my job is to keep the freezer full of four different types of whole grain muffins (akk, I need to work on that), my job is to sprinkle glitter over the reindeer food on Christmas Eve after they ate it, my job is to love you to death (really to death because I will probably be the death of you!!). My job is priceless and nobody could afford me anyways. Remember to do what you love. Let that love bless other whether it makes money or not. You are priceless and so is what you do xoxo
