I've always grown up and watched the women in my life work their booties off to help bring food to the table and represent good role models to me. For as long as I can remember I've always wanted to be the wife who brought more than just good looks to the table, I wanted to make money, and contribute to the family income. I wanted my kids to see how important it is to work. That being said, I have begun watching much more reality TV, particularly "The Real Housewives" franchise, and seeing the lavish lives they live got my brain thinking.
Nothing seems like it could top living in a big, fancy house with your golden retriever and kids chasing each other around while you sip on a mimosa, texting the ladies in your book club about how great you think the book is so far. Does it make me shallow to wish I could live a life in the future just like that? Maybe, but I don't care what others think.
I don't care if I'm the richest woman on Earth or hardly keeping my head out of the water. Knowing I can maintain my home exactly to my standards is something that excites me. I don't see any shame in judging women who want to be housewives and stay at home moms. We may begin our lives wanting one thing, but this can change over time.
I think I would probably get bored to a certain extent sitting around at home. I know I'll want to join a book club or a philanthropic group, and find little DIY things to do. I could even try and a find a bit of a side hustle to do to bring in some extra cash. You don't have to work to be valued in society, it's not meant for everyone. Some people are meant to spend their time raising their kids with their full attention, while others can manage it while working as well.
I like the idea of giving my whole to the home, and not to a 9 to 5 I'll never truly care for. My dream is to be a novelist, and what better way to work on that than at home, and not working at some random establishment hoping I can fit in a few hours of writing before reliving the same day over and over.
We all walk the steps we are destined to walk. Maybe I'll find a dream job, and not be the housewife I secretly want to be. Maybe I'll find a rich husband, or win the lottery, and be able to be a housewife and stay at home mom. Either way, what's meant to happen will happen, and I know I'll be happy wherever I end up.