Because being a homemaker isn’t about being extraordinary. It’s about seeing the ordinary in a conscious way. A way that leads to gratitude, joy and understanding. A way that helps me create an environment in which my family can become more human everyday. If you are moved, I invite you to share your ordinary things by replying below or leaving a link.
There is an underlying belief about parenting nowadays: if we do everything right–build attachment, protect them from suffering, nurture self-esteem, buy organic mattresses and grass-fed beef–well, in the end, they’ll be okay. One day they’ll be healthy, well adjusted, contributing members of society who call home every Sunday night to check in with Mom and Dad.
It’s a belief I know personally, and I’m glad it’s begun to fade into my past. Too often it plants the seeds of perfectionism. Anxiety replaces trust, confidence becomes guilt, and none of it does much to foster satisfaction.
Now, I look back over our days, and watch as each player tosses a card from his hand into the center. I see how exhaustion transforms a broken puzzle into a wrestling match. How happiness bubbles over to joy when it’s shared. How not enough adult time equals a lost tempter. How two and a half year old exuberance collapses into tears and the-wrestling-opponents-turned-best-friends respond with big brother hugs. “We’re twins so that means we always love the same things and we do all the same things and we go everywhere together. You can be a twin with us!” Happiness. Joy. Wrestling match. Frustration. Lost temper. Forgiveness. Peace. Repeat. (Also an excellent single player game.)
Conceived of our imperfect parents, we were invited into the stream of imperfect earthly life. Here in this little red house, five imperfect people have come to know the ebb and flow of family life. Of human life. Just as it needs to be.