Friday, January 22, 2010

Being a Stay-at-Home Mom Would Be So Much More Fun If There Wasn't Housework

I really don’t like housework. Never have. Not as a child and not as an adult. I hate cleaning toilets and procrastinate dusting. I don’t like to clean sinks or showers. The monotony of doing laundry and putting away dishes from the dishwasher gets to me.

But I LOVE LOVE LOVE being a stay at home mom. If my days could simply be spent helping my girls’ with their homework, doing their hair, playing games or reading with them – I would savor every moment. I could spend extra time doing only fun things like writing, reading, taking walks, or going shopping (assuming the money is provided.)

If only.

I feel like the gusts of a storm might blow down on me for even uttering the fact that I hate housework. Yet there it is in all of my honesty.

The thing I learned about life is that sometimes the most rewarding things come in doing the very things you hate doing. And that a lot of times the sour things in life co-exist right along with the sweet. I guess maybe it’s God’s way of keeping us humble and clinging to Him. It would be far too easy to exist on our own will-power and strength otherwise! We’d simply claim everything as being to our credit instead of His!

I may not enjoy picking up things around the house but I do it because I’m so thankful I have a family. I could be living alone. I don’t relish the thought of cooking dinner every night but I do it because it makes me feel good to feed my family. I like that they come to me for that nourishment. I’m blessed beyond measure to have a home and to be able to take care of my children and raise them within that home. I’m so lucky to have a husband who loves me and wants to be with me. It’s these very things that put a smile on my face and love in my heart when it comes time to do the mundane.



I love having fun. But life isn’t just about the fun. And you often can’t learn the same lessons in the “fun” that you can in the “I’d rather not” moments.

So – I may not like housework, but in a strange way I’m thankful for it. It teaches me to be selfless, patient, persevering, caring, thoughtful, and giving. It teaches me the value in hard work.

If something as small as washing a favorite pair of jeans for someone in my family makes them happy and somehow show them that I love them, then I guess the fun can wait. For awhile…..

5 comments:

mjkt said...

Thank you for this. Its what I needed to hear. As of lately I have been down in dumps about housework and cooking. Thanks again.

Faith Imagined said...

I was just complaining about housework. My hands are chapped from cleaning dishes all day and my back is about to give from picking up toys! Thanks for the reminder that we do housework for a greater purpose!

-Alisa Hope

Dionna said...

mjkt - I'm so sorry that you have been down in the dumps lately! I do hope you feel some encouragement and hope enter your heart.

Anonymous said...

I was sent this by a friend and it brought tears to my eyes because it's ME! People think I'm a fairly neat and clean person, but I've learned that to truly love my husband, I will keep a clean home for him to relax in and enjoy being with me and our three sons. However, we have decided that large homes are not all they're cracked up to be. If we ever move, we're looking for less, but more organized space. Less really can be MORE! Thanks for sharing your writing.
Lisa

Dionna said...

Lisa - I am so glad your friend sent you this article and that it encouraged you.

And I can really relate to you on the "large home" thing. I feel exactly as you do. :)

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