I love history. I may not remember directions or how to get somewhere, but I recall most every story ever told to me by family members.
Family history is important to me, so I can pass those stories down to my children and some day grandchildren.
I was blessed to have grown up with my paternal grandmother, both maternal grandparents, and both sets of great grandparents. We lived in the same town, in fact all within walking distance of our house.
My mom was married and had me when she was 18, her mother (my grandmother) was 40 when I was born, and my great grandmother was in her 60’s when I was born. To say I was blessed would be an understatement. I thought it was normal for everybody to be surrounded by aunts, uncles, cousins, and many grandparents on a daily basis.
My mom was a stay-at-home mom and my dad provided for our family of four. While he was at work, my mom managed the household affairs while taking care of my brother and I.
Starting from a young age I was taught respect. Respect for my parents and grandparents. I was taught how to obey and not talk back. I thoroughly enjoyed my childhood. Often I wish I could go back just to relive those simpler days.
These lessons were ingrained in me as I worked alongside them. Their patience and willingness to teach me was not because they read it as advice from some parenting manual, instead it was just common sense passed down from previous generations.
On the Farm
I can remember picking raspberries with my great grandparents on their farm. We picked while the sun was coming up and the dew was still glistening on the plants. As we picked I can vividly remember my great grandpa, bent over with age, laughing and telling us children jokes. This was their life.
Hard work was part of who they were. They did not complain, they were merely surviving. Life was good. They were content.
There are so many memories I could list from my childhood. Many involved hours of working for my grandparents or helping other family members with tasks. My mother taught me to work without expecting anything in return.
My mother also taught me the importance of respecting the elderly and to listen to their stories. The wealth of knowledge I learned from listening is still with me today. These stories sparked an interest in history within myself. Mixed in with all those stories were voices of women from my past that spoke of the hard work of living on a farm, raising numerous children, and giving thanks to God for what they had.
Looking back at my childhood, I can see how my upbringing had a huge impact on the wife and mother I have become. The lessons I have learned were such a blessing.
Valuable Life Lessons
- How to Garden
- How to can, bake, and provide food for my famiy
- How to make the house a home on a budget
- How to host a meal and extend hospitality
- How to not sit idle, keep busy, and be diligent
- How to visit the elderly, do good deeds for others, an help family members
- How to not gossip, talk malicious, or slander others
- How to keep a routine and stick to it
- Nothing is a right, but a privilege
- The value of a stay-at-home mother is priceless and invaluable to the family
- How to keep home clean, organized, and ready for guests at any time (we loved hosting)
- Clutter does nothing for you, but cause stress…so don’t keep anything that you do not need
- That it is important to be frugal-minded in all areas
- Think ahead, be prepared, and always be on your toes
- It is important to wake up early each day
- To always be thankful and appreciate what you have, choosing to be content no matter what the situation
- To love the Lord, to seek Him, and give thanks for He is good
Hands-on Training for My Future
As a mom and a wife, I deeply value the lessons from my mom, grandmother, and great grandmother. Through their stories and examples of daily living, the lessons I learned would eventually become the foundation on which I learned the value of being the keeper of the home. And while their titles as keepers of their home did not bring them any income, they knew their worth was so much more.
I have seen the way my father and grandfathers respect their wives, and like the example of Proverbs woman: their value was more precious than rubies. Their husbands trusted them and their children called them blessed. Oh how rich and precious my family heritage is!
And now as I approach my mid 40’s, it is even more important for me to continue being a Godly influence within the walls of my home; especially to my husband and children. However, following the advice found in Titus 2:3-5, I know it is my responsibility to teach younger women and those who long to use the advice in the Bible as their guidelines for being a wife and mother.