Whenever I have to fill out “Mother’s Occupation” on paperwork for the kids — at preschool, doctor’s appointments, etc. — I always pause for a second. I’ve “worked” full-time in advertising until just recently when I quit my job and now I do some freelance writing from time to time.
But my “full-time” job would be most accurately described as “Homemaker.”
I used to think that word was kinda frumpy — but now? Now I kinda like it.
While folding clothes this afternoon, I thought about how, truly, our “occupations” are simply products of what we make. Sure, some people make “money” with their occupation — but when it comes down to it, what better thing to make than a home?
And of all the things I’ve ever made — making a home is the most rewarding.
I like making the bed in the morning so when I walk back in during the day, my room feels fresh and clean.
I like making dinners in the evening. And when my husband comes home from work, I like that our home smells like something good is in the oven.
I like making crafts with the kids — and hanging their artwork on our fridge or pushed into our walls with push pins.
I like making messes that turn into memories. And tents out of bedsheets. And stories with flashlights under the covers.
I like making my mind up about what’s good for my kids and what’s not. I like learning about who I am as a mom — and who I want my kids to be as people.
I like making a home because even when we leave our home, it never leaves us. And how cool to make something that makes such a difference.