I've Been A Homemaker For 35 Years. Despite What Feminists Say, Here's Why I Have Never Regretted It.
The Council on Contemporary Families at the University of Texas-Austin recently released the results of some studies that indicate young people's views on gender roles in marriage are trending towards the traditional “male as breadwinner and female as homemaker” paradigm.
Feminist sensibilities are offended and big government progressives are already scrambling for the next program that will make it more comfortable for moms to work outside their homes. Accusations of “junk science” and misogyny abound. But in spite of the economic incentives of two-wage earner households and berating by progressive ideologues, traditional gender roles offer a sense of security, comfort, and order in the family and society.
I have been a stay at home wife and mother for all but 2 years of my 37-year marriage and I have never regretted it. Our home is far from the prison that feminists would insist that it is. The activities of our lives are centered in our home and it would not be the same if I was not there.
Our home is our place of business. I have started and managed several businesses over the years that all included work opportunities for our children that taught them entrepreneurial skills and the thrill of earning and managing their own money.
When all the family members go their own way to work or school each day, each person has their own goals. Working together develops a shared vision, interdependency and cooperation.
Our home is our school. Over the past 30 years of homeschooling, countless math lessons have been taught and thousands of Latin verbs have been conjugated at our kitchen table. Our kitchen counter has been turned into a temporary science lab where many a pig eyeball has been dissected. Timelines of ancient Greek history have adorned our dining room walls.
We want our children to learn in a nurturing, stress-free environment we believe best found at home, not one that is harried and driven by test results.
Our home is our ministry center. Our heart has always been that our home would be a place that the needy or hurting could find what they need, be it a hug, a hot meal, prayer, or a a place to stay for a while until they could get back on their feet. We take seriously the Biblical directive to not to forget to entertain strangers. (Hebrews 13:2) Many interesting people have come through our doors and each one has touched our lives in some way and we pray that we have touched theirs.
Our home is our sanctuary. The world can be cruel, but home should never be. When the people I love come into this house I want it to be a place of peace and rest, acceptance and joy. Pierce Brown wrote in his book, Golden Son, second in the Red Rising trilogy, “Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.”
I have a friend whose doctors say has two weeks to live. Her only request is to go home from the hospital. She knows as her earthly world grows darker the comfort of home will help ease her transition into eternity.
Somehow, in the face of the cacophony of progressive voices insisting that gender equality can only be achieved if wives and mothers pursue careers outside the home, some young people are beginning to recognize the timeless truth that home is where the heart is and the mother is the heart of the home.