Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I am getting old. I have been cleaning my kitchen all morning. Something that took me 30 minutes years ago, now takes me hours. I have to take several breaks. I lit a nice apple/cinnamon candle. It is glowing on my neatly polished stove. I have hot water ready for a cup of tea. I am worn out. But I am content.
I still have to clean my living room. I know that will take me hours since I need so many breaks. But maybe I will just have Amy (14) do it. She is so young and energetic. It will only take her 10 minutes. What is wrong with me? Am I just old and feeble? (smiles) But I do enjoy cleaning so much and I will just take my time.
I went out early this morning, before the sun came up, to drive Nicole (20) to work. There is so much beautiful snow here and it glistens in the Vermont moonlight. This is an amazing place to live. But, I was so happy to get back home again.
My dear mother (Nana) is a housewife. She lives on the first floor of our house. She works all day long cleaning her home. She loves it as much as I do. But she is worn out too. I try to send Amy downstairs to help with housework, but Nana wants the joy of cleaning. She would rather do it herself, even if it takes all day.
There is great joy and peace to be found in the simple tasks of housewifery. A woman is in her place when she is the keeper of home. This is where her heart is most content and where she is most blessed. It is the ideal godly life for a wife and mother.
May you all have a precious day.