I'm a history major and a woman, and therefore I have a respect for what women went through to get to where we are today. I appreciate them fighting for our right to vote, and for their hard work at getting us respect in workplace. I appreciate it all...but I have absolutely no interest in living my life as a feminist. Screw having a career and being a powerful business woman who makes as much, or more, as her husband. I dream instead of being a stay-at-home mom and a doting wife.
There is nothing in my life I want more (besides being sealed to Thomas in the temple for eternity) than to be a stay-at-home mom and wife. I want to spend my days raising kids and spoiling them with love and attention. I want to spend afternoons doing arts and crafts, taking them to the park or the library instead of working all day away from them. I don't want them to grow up in a daycare, I want them to grow up in a loving home. I don't want to miss their first steps or their first words. I want to experience everything with them.
I want to spend my days doting on my husband. I want to spoil him with homecooked meals and latenight lovin'. I want to spend my days making him know how much I love him. I want to build a family together. I want to walk into church together with our kids skipping in front of us and his arm around my waist. I want to own lots of puppies together and take walks as the sun sets with one hand entwined in his and the other holding a leash.
That's my dream life: the housewife. Call me crazy. Call me old fashioned. I don't care. It's what I think about all the time when I think of mine and Tom's future together. If things work out, and Tom makes enough to support our family without me needing to take a job, I would love to spend all day every day at home with our kiddies. That's my deam.
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