I didn’t spend my maiden 20’s learning how to cook, clean, or raise a family. In fact, I did the exact opposite. I started eating on the fly and usually scarfed down whatever I had in my pantry. I got used to eating what I call “cheese sandwiches”, not a grilled cheese, oh no, something much simpler than that.
I didn’t value keeping house and home. I valued being with my friends and doing literally anything else.
In the house I lived in before I had my daughter, my roommates actually asked me to leave because they wanted roommates who wanted to live like a family. They wanted a family, not just a roommate and I only wanted a house to keep me warm in between my romping.
When I had my daughter and chose to settle down, being a housewife didn’t come easily. I messed up many a dinner before I learned how to actually cook a good meal.
I got deeply depressed because I wasn’t valuing my role as a mother and a house wife. I wanted more, wasn’t I supposed to want more? Wasn’t I expected to go back to work since we were working on less than $600 a month coming in?
Instead of pouring all of my energy into other people and other businesses outside of my home, I decided to do the exact opposite again. I decided to pour everything I had into my family.
Friends, the best change happened. I learned to value home and family. I learned how to stop longing for more and started valuing the gift of motherhood and being a house wife.
Sure, some days I long for a time when my oldest will be able to wash dishes for me, but for now, it’s my job and I take it seriously and do it happily.