Question

essay on mother-the home maker

Answer 1

I'm dedicating this account of my career as homemaker to my daughters. One daughter came home from school one day and told me I was to bring cookies to school on Friday. Seems her teacher asked who could bring cookies and my daughter told her, "My mother can do it. She doesn't work". Another daughter as a 3rd grader was asked to write an essay called, "All About Me", which included telling about her family. About her parents she wrote, "My father works at the Department of Agriculture. He works on chickens. My mother doesn't work. She cleans the house". 
My homemaking apprenticeship was under the supervision of my experienced and patient mother. With eight children she needed all the help she could get. My older sister and I got a lot of experience in cooking, baking, cleaning, gardening and canning. Back then, cooking from scratch meant planting the seeds, hoeing the weeds, then later picking, snapping, and cooking the beans--or whatever. 
Except for a year of teaching high school English after college graduation, a year of working at a war plant, and a year of teaching English to college freshmen after I married, my lifelong career was as a homemaker. 

Answer 2

I'm dedicating this account of my career as homemaker to my daughters. One daughter came home from school one day and told me I was to bring cookies to school on Friday. Seems her teacher asked who could bring cookies and my daughter told her, "My mother can do it. She doesn't work". Another daughter as a 3rd grader was asked to write an essay called, "All About Me", which included telling about her family. About her parents she wrote, "My father works at the Department of Agriculture. He works on chickens. My mother doesn't work. She cleans the house". 
My homemaking apprenticeship was under the supervision of my experienced and patient mother. With eight children she needed all the help she could get. My older sister and I got a lot of experience in cooking, baking, cleaning, gardening and canning. Back then, cooking from scratch meant planting the seeds, hoeing the weeds, then later picking, snapping, and cooking the beans--or whatever. 

Except for a year of teaching high school English after college graduation, a year of working at a war plant, and a year of teaching English to college freshmen after I married, my lifelong career was as a homemaker. 
I had learned to cook for 10 family members. After Bill and I married I had to learn to cook for two, else we would get sick of eating leftovers. Eventually we had a son and three daughters--forget about leftovers. Weekly marketing was a must for three meals a day in summer and two meals a day plus school lunches in winter. And don't forget the dish washing. 
But I didn't work. 
Now for child care. Night feedings, diapering, nursing the sick, applying Band-Aids on skinned knees, or where needed (then trying to get them off two weeks later), settling disputes, giving baths, and shampooing hair. As the children grew older I became a barber, giving our son the mandatory butch cut for summer, and the popular pixie cut for the girls. 
But I didn't work. 
How about laundress? Washing and hanging out diapers, sometimes bringing them in frozen stiff in winter. Then later play clothes, shirts, pants, dresses, undies, and nighties. And don't forget the towels and bedding. How it all did stack up! And in those day shirts, slacks and dresses had to be ironed. The ironing basket was never empty! 
But I didn't work. 

The job of chauffeur became more demanding as time went by. Earlier it was trips to the doctor and dentist; later to the library or bookmobile, music or ballet lessons, children's church choir, scout meeting, shopping for clothes, the barber for professional haircuts, play practice, swimming pool, and emergency trips to school after frantic phone calls: "I forgot my lunch", "Come get me, I'm sick", or "I forgot my clarinet". 
But I didn't work. 
And there were the regular motherly things. Getting children out of bed, fed and out the door to school on time, having after school snacks available, supervising homework, going to ball games, school concerts, plays and parent-teacher conferences, attending Parent Teacher association meetings and serving as secretary one year, teaching a 4th grade Sunday school class for a while, taking a turn as Cub Scout Den mother one year, being one of the sponsors of the church youth group a couple of years, helping plan birthday parties, and yes, baking cookies for school when needed. 
But I didn't work. 
Some activities came under home management. Pay the bills, go to the bank, call the plumber when needed, change light bulbs, plan meals, make grocery lists, make lists of needed school supplies and clothes and shop, write letters, answer letters, plan for special holidays and for vacations, shop for Christmas, supervise yard work, make appointments with the dentist, pediatrician or physician, and optometrist, paint walls and woodwork when needed, take care of minor emergencies like an overflowing commode, or removing the lavatory trap when our son poured a cup of sand down the drain. 
Of course I let the man of the house handle the major emergencies like when an enterprising squirrel gnawed his way into the attic, or when the car wouldn't start or died, or when our black cat disappeared on Halloween, or when our laurel bush had to be dug up because our son washed the car and poured the dirty, soapy water on the bush beside the carport and no amount of fresh water would revive it. 
When all went well, I managed to make time for women's activities at the church, and for my hobbies of reading, crocheting, and growing a few flowers. 
I truly enjoyed being a homemaker, except when the children were ill. I don't know how I could have held an outside job and managed the above mentioned jobs. I loved the hugs and kisses, the excited after school reports, the conversations at the dinner table, and seeing the children mature and finally become accomplished adults.