Full Time Mother VS
"Unemployed"?
When I am asked what is it that I do, my response will always vary depending on my mood. The most common titles everyone seems to know are housewife, homemaker and the one I love the most .... "UNEMPLOYED"!
While the man of the house is out working in the "real world" his wife the homemaker, is sitting at home
unemployed making apple pie. Choosing to be a stay home momis not even in the same category as
unemployed. Besides the most traditional titles we seem to have these days here are a few responses you could have the nest time someone says .......
"So what do YOU do?"
1. Child Development Research Specialist
2. Child Care Facilitator
3. Director of Home Economics
4. Private teacher
5. Communications Specialist
6. Behavior Moderator
7. Family Relations Advisor
While my pay could stand to be substantially increased there isn't an employer
that could offer me a better work environment or benefit package. For those of you that are stay home moms you have the best job there is.
Granted, poopy diapers and constant cleaning are not my fondest things, but all
the other things we see and do outweigh a childs stinky poo.
So what's my point in all this, you ask? The point that I want to make is this, when we begin
to feel isolated from the "real world" and want to escape from Sesame Street and Blues Clues know that your job in life is far more valuable than being "unemployed"! Our job at home can have so many titles its difficult to sum them up into one, so just to make it easy for those who don't understand, we are "homemakers" but NOT
in any way unemployed.
The Girl I Used To Be
She came tonight as I sat alone..
The girl I used to be....
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye
And questioned reproachfully:
Have you forgotten the many plans
And hopes I had for you?
The great career,the splendid fame,
all the wonderful things to do?
Where is the mansion of stately height
With all its gardens rare?
The silken robes that I dreamed for you
And the jewels in your hair?
And as she spoke, I was very sad
For I wanted her pleased with me...
This slender girl from the shadowy past
The girl that I used to be.
So gently rising, I took her hand
And guided her up the stairs
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay
Innocent, sweet, and fair.
And I told her that these are my only gems,
And precious they are to me;
That silken robes is my motherhood
Of costly simplicity.
And my mansion of stately height is love,
And the only career I know
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls
For the dear ones who come and go
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,
She smiled through her tears at me.
And I saw the woman that I am now
Pleased the girl I used to be.
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