I recently found out I was horrified by the change from Home-Ec to Home Consumer Sciences. I claim feminism and love my fierce believe in equality. BUT I ALSO HOLD SACRED HOMEMAKER. I am a slightly hippy, local food loving Momma. I gave up the high powered career to raise my child and nanny my brother’s children. Was it the path I thought my life would take? NOPE, never.
My path was surprising, as my hubby and I thought about building a family we quickly realized it would take one of us leaving the 60 hours a week to create a space to build a family. I worked in to build a small but meaning-filled art business two years before we started trying for a family. I then started nannying my brothers two children before I had children of my own.
During this time, I spent a lot of time explaining what I did exactly… that is when I landed on Creative Homemaker. I created a sacred safe creative space for my two charges to flourish and when I became pregnant. I focused even more on Home Making. This was a term I was raised to joke about. I love the term in my art to be a maker. I feel the energy in this language.
As ancestrial diet and local eating became the craze, my need to be a homemaker and claim the sovernty of that language turned on even more. I feel like my work is seasonally driven and it is work that is rhythmic.
I have put my own unique spin on Homemaking. I am a creative soul and my heart was nurtured by my family who believed in me. When I was told “I was not an artist” at school, the craft and art supplies ever increased at my home. This was essential for my soul to continue to breath. The creative work I engaged in at home helped me develop until my heart, until my head said – “who cares” in late high school and I started taking art classes again… surprised or not at all, I was pretty good.
Home can be a place were we create safe spaces for the whole family can figure out what makes them tick. How do we inspire vulnerability and life long learning at home?