Growing up in a family as one of five children with a devoted focus on keeping Mom at home meant that the family rule was get a job at 16. Before I turned 16, I picked blueberries and babysat for spending money. Allowance wasn’t an option in our home. A week before I turned 16, I got my first job – in a sheet metal factory.
My husband and I bought a consignment boutique I had been managing for almost four years two weeks before we got married. After ten years in the Small Business world, we sold our two boutiques. My husband got a job as a computer programmer and I came home. All I have ever wanted to be was a wife and a mother. My first ten years as a wife I worked. Now I’m home and I couldn’t be happier.
My husband and I have a very strong sense of church membership. In 2011, we bought our first house right around the corner from our church. It made our drive to work longer but we were close to church. Now that I’m a housewife, I devote many hours of my week to serving my church. Being home gives me the opportunity to say yes when for so many years I had to say no. I can take care of my parents, help my sisters, and visit my church family. I can say yes when conferences need to be coordinated, weddings need advice, and someone needs a babysitter. Serving my church is my highest priority. On top of that, I take care of all the finances, keep the house clean and welcoming, keep up our yard, manage two blogs, cook, bake, workout, plan future projects, and take care of all the little things.
I never imagined it would be such a big job. Nor was I really prepared for how much feminism has snuck into my own thinking. I grew up very conservative and traditional. I always treated our business as a part of being my husband’s wife and not as a career. I always wanted to be a housewife. I never imagined the lies I had let slip in that make me doubt the veracity of what I’m doing. As I work through this, and as I think about raising my own daughters and helping my nieces, I’ll write about it so that my journey can help others.
As I’m starting this blog, we don’t have children. I’ll talk about that in other blog posts. I have many nieces and nephews, but no children of my own. The struggles of trusting God, loving my husband, and facing my age has been a long journey. I hope to share it with many women as the Lord provides. Needless to say, Sarah, Hannah, Elizabeth, and Samson’s mother are my Biblical heroines. God heard their prayers and I trust – regardless His answer – that He hears mine.
It is not my goal to guilt or burden any woman who works outside the home. I’ve been there, done that, got the t-shirt. In another words, I know exactly what it’s like to work outside the home and love what you do. I also know what it’s like to work outside the home and hate every minute of it. I know the strict schedule it requires and I know the sacrifices it requires. I know how much you have to say no. All I want to do on this blog is share my personal journey and my personal thoughts. I want to share with you how the Lord led me and my husband specifically, not make you think you’re doing something wrong. That is between you, your husband, God and your elders – not me.