As a little girl/young women growing up in the church, all I remember is being told to do this, this, and this to be a good mom & housewife. I was taught to cook, sew, scrapbook and set tables. I was never asked what I wanted to be when I grew up as it was assumed I would marry a return missionary, he would work and I would take care of the kids. How prefect. Except that didn’t happen.
I ran very far to get away from my Mormon roots. I balked at everything domestic. I wasn’t going to fall into that mold.
But the funny thing is, I actually enjoy a lot of the activities. I love baking, cakes and pies, breads and I make my own pizza dough. I enjoy making a nice meal and setting the table for my husband. I just bought myself a sewing machine so I can start making quilts, (which I have enjoyed making with my mom in the past) I mean, how Mormon is that?
I had to realize I could embrace those things, in my own terms, outside of Mormonism. I had to tease out the “this is all I’m good for” feelings, but I think I’ve gotten to a place where can I take pleasure in these activities without being stifled by them.