|This is my niece Emma, she loves to help in the kitchen!|
|McKenna and I were goofing off one night when Racey snapped this picture of us.|
Sure, the kids are growing up and two have moved out just to come home every other week it seems like, but now I don't rush to finish my work each day. I realize my work will not be finished till I am gone. Instead I try to perfect my work. When I started making homemade biscuits they were pitiful looking. Racey said they tasted fine so I shouldn't worry about the way they looked. But that wasn't good enough for me! I decided I would make homemade biscuits every morning till I could serve anyone a hot butter biscuit and not be embarrassed by the look of them. Why would I care that much you might ask? Because I feel that my family and this home is where I'm meant to be and I want to give the people in it everything I have, not just what I can hustle together in thirty minutes or so. I feel like homemaking is a lost art. Women used to perform miracles with the smallest resources. You were a prized wife and mother based on your homemaking skills, not the misguided ideas of the modern woman. The homemaker sixty years ago was proficient in cooking, baking, cleaning, budgeting, mending, sewing, knitting or crocheting, gardening, and canning, just to name a few. Now it appears the only real thing we are proficient in is shopping! We have given up a huge skill set and replaced it with the art of pushing a cart around a store and filling it with pre-made items that are ready to go as soon as we get them home. We have dumbed ourselves down in the name of convenience. I believe it's high time for us to take back the job of true homemaking and reclaim the title of homemaker. It's a title you should be proud to carry.
|This is Layna & McKenna when they were 3 1/2 & 1 1/2.|