I’m an old-fashioned girl.
I understand that this is the 21st century and that the role of women in society is continually changing, but…
I’m still holding tight to a woman’s role in the 1950s.
Now, I’m not saying I believe that women do not have rights and I’m not saying that women are beneath men. I’m not saying we should be repressed or oppressed…..
I’m strictly speaking for myself– I’m old fashioned.
I want to be the homemaker. Sure, I have this little nudge inside of me to go out and have this money-making career, but at the end of the day– I want a family.
I want to wake up before the rest of the family, make a big breakfast, check homework assignments before walking out the door a few minutes later than planned, kiss my husband as he walks out the door for work, buckle my kids in the car and drop them off at their elementary school, drive back home to our 4 bedroom/2 bathroom house, pick up the cute little socks off the floor and throw them in the washer, pick up the toys left in the play room from the night before, pack lunches and put them in the fridge for my husband and kids for the next day, head to the grocery store to buy items for dinner, bake meatloaf and stir mashed potatoes, light some candles, enjoy a meal while talking about each others’ days, have bath time, tuck my babies into bed, enjoy some alone time with my husband…. and wake up and do it all over.
I want to clean the house: vacuum, dust, mop. I want to do the laundry. I want to make the beds. I want to cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I want to check homework assignments. I want to help study for tests. I want to quiz them while riding in the car to football practice. I want to take family walks and have family game nights. I want family vacations where something crazy occurs and we talk about it the whole ride home.
I wasn’t created to be a power-career woman. I wasn’t created to be “equal to man” (in the career/chores aspects.) I was created to be a wife and mother. And if that’s all I ever do for the rest of my life, I will feel blessed. I want to watch my kids grow. I want us to be open about things. I want a clean house, home-made food, and warm hearts.
Not everyone has to have this dream.
But it’s mine.
Is old-fashioned your dream too, Lovelies?