Who knew we had our own day? I didn’t until seeing that e-Mom was giving away an apron to celebrate. I’m not an apron person, but if you are go check it out — you might win!
In looking around trying to find out more about it, it doesn’t seem to be a national holiday and no one seems to know who started it. But, hey, it’s a worthy day! Give yourselves a pat on the back!
I prefer “homemaker” to “housewife” because I am not married to my house, and I am trying to create a peaceable. welcoming home.
Last year I came across this poem on someone’s blog, but they seem to have taken down all their posts, so I won’t link back to it. But it spoke to me:
My Work
by Mary Lou Burkholder
I have the greatest work in the world;
The job of rocking a baby to sleep,
That of guiding his tottering feet,
A baby’s clothes to launder and fold,
A precious life to shape and mold,
A drink to give from a little cup,
At night his toys to gather up,
Hurts to heal and fears to quell,
A baby to keep clean and well,
A stack of diapers to put,
Oh, what a happy worthwhile day!
I am a “Mother.”
I have the greatest work in to world;
A husband to encourage when things go wrong,
When he comes from work to greet with a song,
Denims and shirts to wash and mend,
A helping hand, when needed, to lend,
Three times a day his meals to cook,
To strive to be my best to look,
His back to rub at the close of the day,
For his faithfulness to God I pray,
When hubby’s in the field I take lemonade,
for all these tasks his love has paid.
I am a ” Wife.”
I have the greatest work in the world;
A home to keep happy, clean and bright,
Make things go smooth and strive for the right,
Jams to cook and jellies to make,
Cookies and pies and bread to bake,
Washing, ironing, and sewing to do,
So many tasks, will I ever get though?
Lettuce to wash and peas to pick,
floors to scrub, lost items to seek,
Dishes to wash and windows to shine,
These and many more tasks are mine.
I am a “Homemaker.”
Help me, Father, to faithfully work,
Forgive if I unconsciously shirk,
give me the patience and love I pray,
To keep myself in duty’s way;
With all the hustle that each day brings
May I not neglect the needed things;
Each day to spend time alone with Thee
That Jesus Christ be seen in me.
Thank you for husband, our home, our girls and boys;
Thank you for love which brings me much joy.
Thank you , Lord.
Here are a few things I’ve written in the past, if you want some musing on homemaking today:
Wanting things to be “perfect.”
I confess: I don’t really like to cook.
(Photo borrowed from Susannah’s Kitchen.)
A nice poem, Barbara.
I do agree, it’s preferable to think of ourselves as “homemakers.” Some younger (working) women with nostalgic longings seem to prefer the word “housewife.” LOL, in our mother’s day, that word was perfectly acceptable!
I found my info on this “holiday” at… where else.. Hallmark!
http://www.theultimateholidaysite.com/holidays/2012-11/
Despite that, I think it’s lovely that women are willing to pat themselves on the back for a job that’s underpaid and underappreciated. Thanks for sharing the love!
Happy Homemaking to you, Barbara!!
I went over b/c of your post and I won! 🙂 I was very surprised. Thanks for all you do.
Very cool! I am so glad you won!
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