The unselfish devotion of a housewife potx

The unselfish devotion of a housewife
The unselfish devotion of a housewife

The housewife has always been among the unappreciated
lot. Her unflagging devotion to her husband, children and
grandchildren has always been taken for granted. She
slaves all day as wife, mother, nanny, cook and
housekeeper without any thoughts of rewards. Her only
satisfaction lies in the harmony that her hardwork creates
in the family.

Her main duty lies in creating a comfortable environment
so that the breadwinner can come home from work to
relax. She becomes the sympathetic listener of all his
problems at the office. She dusts, vacuums and sweeps
all day. Her hobbies normally include knitting, sewing and
flower making for the purpose of creating a more delightful
home. She mends his favorite shirt time and time again
without grudging. Her only gratification comes from those
casual compliments she receives for the delicious dishes
she serves which involve so much preparation and work.

Little children are quite lost without their dear mummies.
The mother nurses the tiny, helpless infant. She cares for,
feeds, washes and cloths the baby. She gets up several
times in the middle of the night just so that her baby is
soothed and comfortable, rocking and singing to her baby
the old, lovely lullabies.

The mother never forgets birthdays and always manages
to whip up a cake for that special day. She remembers our

first words, looks out for our first front tooth. She is always
there to wipe our tears after we toddle, tumble and fall.

She is always there to teach us our numbers and
alphabet. She works and wears herself out to prepare us
for our first day at school. She runs out of the house at the
last minute to hand to us our forgotten homework book we
have left behind. She always manages to stand just
outside the school gate with an umbrella so that we do not
get soaked in the rain.

Her sharp eyes always watch for the first signs of cold.
She waits over her children night and day worried and
anxious as they go through their share of flu, measles,
mumps and chicken pox. She coddles her poor sick
children. Then when we are well again, she scolds us
sharply for not finishing our vegetables.

She administers the timely slaps on the hand every time
we get into those mischievous pranks. She angrily sends
the whole lot to bed without any supper. Then she gets up
in the middle of the night to pull over us our blankets and
stroke our hair reassuringly.

She continues to remain her daughter’s best friend, her
son’s best confidant. She nags at us with her old
fashioned values and chides us for being stubborn. But
she is always there when things go wrong to lend a
shoulder for us to cry on.

Her grandchildren look to her as a marvelous “sugar-
mummy” who spoils them with home-made toys, sweets,
ice-cream and jellies. She has an infinite store of old,
fascinating stories to keep us bewitched for hours. She
has a marvelous knack for providing delightful old
fashioned remedies to cold, cuts or broken toys.

There is indeed no tribute which is fitting to the
housewife’s simple, selfless devotion to her family.