Eve is hosting the Confessions of a Housewife Carnival over at her blog. It’s a small yet tasty blog carnival and the first one that I’ve ever joined.
My confession is that I love being a mom and housewife, it’s the job that I was born to do, and it’s great– my big fear is retirement. When my kids are grown and off to college, I have the sneaking suspicion that my husband and I will be the parents that freak out, sell the house, build a yurt (or a ger) out in the desert and buy a herd of African hair goats (or are they sheep?) and a pet emu. At which point the kids may distance themselves a little from us.
More experienced moms pat me on the head and say “Wait until they are teenagers, then you’ll want them out.” While this might be true for them, I don’t think it will be for me. This is the first time in my life where I’m satisfied with what I’m doing, I think I parent well, and I am always shocked at how quickly the day goes. Not because I don’t have enough time to get things done, but because I really enjoy hanging out with my kids and being a mom.
I wish we were at the point of where, as a society, being a housewife and mother were acceptable and not looked at as a luxury or some kind of chauvinistic oppression tactic. My husband and I have a relationship that sings in harmony, my kids are confident and happy, even my dog seems happier and more secure in her world. And I wonder “Why don’t other people want this?”
And somewhere out there is Yednew (that’s the bizarro Wendy) who is asking why in the world someone wouldn’t like flipping burgers and interviewing babysitters.