The Value of a
Homemaker
I was fortunate to have three sisters and two brothers. I would be the youngest of three or the oldest of four. Growing up would not be an ordinary experience for any of us. Yet, amazingly we persevered. I believe all of us were determined and chose to do and be better not repeat the same mistakes. Memories of our mother gentle and loving but frail and medicated too often. Our father instilled fear for he never was taught or shown real nurturing love himself. Later, we would all understand the dynamics of both our parents and we would forgive. My dreams were to be a singer, dancer, artist and missionary one day. I have done it all in some small capacity and on borrowed time.
I would marry while a junior in high school and have a son on my husband’s birthday. Then, we were young and in love and determined to defy the odds. We would have three children and achieve incredible financial success during the process. But, in the end I would be sacrificed and my husband rewarded. Divorced, appealed and annulled. I was compelled to write my first book, my story, for understanding and to make a difference.
My wish for my book to be read with an open heart and mind is that it will instill a quest for more knowledge of the unspoken and unknown. That those questions will be answered and encouraged for understanding and enlightenment, for when those simple quests are recognized for their importance and honored, then we all can benefit from that knowledge.
We all have a certain responsibility in life, that is, a gift instilled in all of us. For some, it has been buried or squelched, not allowing the best to come forth, either from ourselves or from others. When that happens, then we have a special challenge to conquer that fear or oppression; for to do nothing only perpetuates and eventually magnifies any problem creating an even larger quagmire.
For this reason, I dedicate these writings to all women who have struggled against obstacles and uncertainties and have persevered for all humanity—to all the young mothers and not-so-young mothers to recognize the importance of a role that nurtures the mind and body and replenishes the heart in body and of the home . When I realized I would write a dedication, I would wake up in the morning with the song in my head, “This Is Dedicated to the One I Love.” I want to add “To the Ones I Love” and care so deeply about—family, children, the reason and purpose, dear friends, and new friends, who are unconditional, supportive, encouraging at times when needed, but will offer their abundance of insights and wisdom from their own experiences and journey. We learn from each other.
