the creation and management of a home, especially as a pleasant place in which to live.
Homemaking. A word that has been standing proudly on a very large pedestal in my mind, almost shoving itself to the front of all of my responsibilities lately. As if it is not getting enough attention, and it is demanding to be known! A word that I consider my job, my number one priority, and my life's goal. A word that would typically be pushed to the side, knowing that it's just a term usually placed upon stay-at-home-moms. Well, for the past few weeks, I feel like the Lord has been bringing this word to me, maybe forcing it on me, to really consider what it actually means and what it looks like in action. It's so easy to get caught up in the daily routine of life, kids, work, and to-do lists. The first thing that comes to mind when hearing the word "homemaking" is the smell of apple cider in a cozy home, with soft lighting, and a calm atmosphere. That's one thought. The other thought that comes to mind is kids playing and laughing loud, and hard, making a huge mess in the kitchen, helping Mama make something yummy, while 5 loads of clean laundry sit on the floor for the 7th day in a row, waiting to be put away. While I can say that my home reflects both of these pictures, it also reflects the realness of life when emotions get the best of us. Nasty attitudes, screams and yells, hitting and throwing toys, running late, and arguing about dinner and bedtime. This is a HOME! A home contains it all, all the ups, all the downs, and all the in-betweens. What I'm learning lately is how I react to all of these things, is the very thing that creates the atmosphere that I desire for my home. My reaction is what defines my homemaking. My reaction is what will become my children's memories. I have had a difficult week with my middle girlie, Evie. She has congenital hypothyroidism, and she is on daily medication for it, which means we have to keep a very close watch on her blood levels as she grows. If she has too much thyroid medicine running through her body, she will show symptoms of it, with one of the symptoms being irritability and moodiness. We have definitely seen a trend lately with her behaviors, and this is due to her medicine, and a currently elevated level of T4. We now have a plan in place for her to decrease those levels, and already her behavior has leveled out. So, during one of my more challenging moments of motherhood, God was speaking to me by placing this word over me, to remember what my goal is every day. Even though we might have some terrible behaviors from time-to-time, my reaction to those behaviors is what makes our home a pleasant place to live, and where my girls know that they will receive unconditional love and acceptance. I was reminded to not let elevated behaviors take over me and get the best of me. I was reminded by this word, that my reaction to even the worst of behaviors is what will continue to shape and form our home. Even though the kicking, hitting, and screaming for the majority of our days consumed me, I felt a peace and calm during those moments to remember this word, as it goes so much deeper than just managing laundry, meals, and weekly schedules. Homemaking is really found in the throes of family life, which defines who you are as a family unit. So, since we had a rougher week than normal, Evie and I made homemade Monkey-Bread. What a blessed time it was to dedicate together in the kitchen, one-on-one. The beautiful mix of life and raising up babes, is to be reminded of words such as homemaking; a wide-spanned word that can define the tone of life.
As for that homemade Monkey-Bread... Here is my recipe, that my hubby has deemed the best monkey-bread he's ever had!
4 tubes non-flaky biscuits
1.5 c regular sugar
4 tbsp cinnamon
2 sticks butter
1 c brown sugar