I am a housewife. There. I finally admitted it and you know what? It is kind of liberating. I love my Husband and I’m (trying!) to love my home. Not to brag, but I’m also really good at homemaking. Like, really good at it. It took me an obscene amount of time to be able to boldly say that I am a stay-at-home wife because, to too many people, there is nothing extraordinary about being one. Certainly not as important or exciting as being a career woman (Ladies, I adore you!). This is what I am. I am just an “ordinary” woman but by gosh, I am Extraordinarily so.
I never wanted to be ordinary. In fact, I actively sought standing out at all turns. I ditched going to a university to pursue a degree in English or Chemistry, two subjects that could have easily given me a comfortable career, for a small art school in a new city that would soon after reject me. I even tried to break out on my own and become my own boss but those steps were too big for someone with my shyness and insecurity. In the end, it was that rejection and self-sabotage that shaped me into the person I am today. Well, that and the amount of coping that I have had to do within my lifetime.
When the city of Philadelphia convinced me that I wasn’t good enough to be a Web Dev or Designer, I retreated and found other ways to express myself creatively. It started in simple ways like teaching myself to crochet and knit. My guy had a new hat and scarf every year. Expanding my crochet and knitting skills taught me more about yarn and different types of fibers. It gave me the confidence to teach others how to knit and crochet as well. I became more capable and confident in my abilities.
When I was too shy and insecure to be my own boss, Josh got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. He didn’t just ask me to marry him, he also handed me a house and asked me to make it a home and raise his children. He asked me to work alongside him and be (and do) what he could not. To do what he was so positive I could do and help him do the things he knew he couldn’t do without me. And still, he never once asked me to compromise my hopes and dreams for any of it. But I whole-heartedly accepted and embrace my role in this little family.
What is ordinary?
But being a housewife is ordinary. Being able to crochet and knit is ordinary, isn’t it? Sewing a quilt? Knowing how to bake several different types of bread from scratch? Knowing that a cream sauce is called a bechamel and a cheese sauce is called a mornay? Carving my own wooden spoons? Knitting my husband a sweater made from alpaca fiber? Growing my own vegetables? The list can go on and on but these are just ordinary things. If these are just ordinary things then, I am extremely ordinary. I am extraordinarily ordinary.
All of those listed above either taught me something new or brought me through a tough time in my life. They all made me a better life partner, they’ll make me a better parent, they have taught me what really makes me happy and they continue to push me to be more creative. I’m never going to be a professional Web Developer or a professional Web Designer and that is not what I want anymore. I’m a housewife – just an extraordinary housewife. I can live with that.