I shouldn’t be writing this. I should be soaking fruit (for a Bara Brith) and gathering up cleaning materials ready for tomorrows extreme cleaning of my mothers new flat prior to her moving there on Thursday.
Stella is helping me. That’s incorrect, I am helping her. If ever there was anyone more qualified to show people how it should be done its Stella.
There is a lot of (flowery) talk about homemaking and being a homemaker in blogland – the label homemaker is one what makes me wince slightly – ‘I’m a homemaker and proud’, now that causes me to reach for the brandy bottle and inhale deeply. To be perfectly honest I have read a few posts recently that could have been transcripts from the Nationalist Socialist Party of Germany from the 1930’s!
It’s not that I have anything against women whose primary function is to keep house – I’m one of them but it isn’t rocket science and all this pumping up thinking how great we all are because we’ve cleaned the bath and made dinner is ridiculous.
Stella just gets on with it; she often say to me, ‘while you’re thinking about it you could have got on and done it’ and she’s right of course.
I hate being labelled, pigeon holed, hence my aversion to the name ‘homemaker’
Once you identify yourself with a label several things happen – you take on a collective persona which can be very limiting and restricting. All of a sudden you are asking yourself, ’why don’t I make jam?’ or ‘why doesn’t my house look like a photo shoot?’ You aren’t a better mother if you cover your child with a blanket you crocheted yourself or less of one if you bought it from Primark.
Regardless of a woman’s status, working or staying at home we should not feel guilt about what we do. We all need to be proud about our choices but accepting of the women around us who don’t follow the same path.