Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Let the Stronger Women Face the World Outside
Now that I have been married three years, I still deeply crave the security that I have, even as I live it each day.
I don't measure up to today's modern ladies. They are all out there fighting wars, getting promotions, breaking ceilings, facing stress at work, debating, competing, fighting traffic, etc.
I can't be bothered, partially because I couldn't handle it all again, and partially because none of it appeals to me. Let the stronger women face the world outside. I am made for the home and that is where I intend to stay.
There are days I simply disappear into the kitchen and cook all day, working through my thoughts as I cut carrots and potatoes for a beef stew I simmer all afternoon, knead and bake homemade rustic bread, and craft an old-fashioned peach tart. That's all the occupation I need to feel complete.
The poem by John Howard Payne (1791-1852) reads:
To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
--Let me stay here forever--