The only truly traditional thing about my eight-year marriage in my 20s was that I handled all the housekeeping. To be clear, this was not because I believed as a woman, it was my duty to keep up the home; it was because I had a pretty severe case of OCD. I simply could not entrust my husband with the tasks related to the upkeep of our home. It goes without saying that I was an absolute blast to live with.
I felt like she was setting aside her aspirations to support her husband's goals, and I could not understand how she did not want more for her life. Today, she has three kids, a good marriage, a lot of responsibilities, and a life of meaning. I envy the sense of purpose she has.The older I get, the more I can understand and appreciate what it means to be a homemaker. A homemaker is the heartbeat of the home.