My name is Jaime Zanocco Fagan and I am a wife, mother, urban homesteader, and educator. My family and I live in the northern Illinois where we aim to live in harmony with God’s creation. To read a bit more about my most recent choice in returning to my blog, read here. Thank you for visiting Making of a Home!
Original “About” Page posted in February 2012
In May of 2010, I made the decision to take a step outside of the high school English classroom, which had been my profession for seven years, and stay home with my two little girls, ages five and two. At that time, I told people I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. But shortly after I embarked on this new voyage, an image began to materialize in my mind when I thought of this word: stay-at-home mom. For some reason the only image that popped into my brain was that of a woman with perfectly manicured hair and nails, toting her kids off to the mall for the day. As I thought of this woman, and then looked at my own reflection in the mirror, I didn’t seem to fit into this mold. This thought began to make me feel as if I was on an island, with no one else like me. I didn’t seem to fit in with my stay-at-home counterparts I saw when I brought my girls to various classes and lessons around town.
That’s when I started to ponder the difference between a stay-at-home mom and a homemaker. To me, a homemaker does just that, keeps the home. She does not cart her kids off from here to there and go the mall to get her nails done in between. She doesn’t swing through the closest fast food joint every evening so that the family can sit in front of the television sooner and catch up on their DVR recordings. A homemaker tends the home. She dotes on her children while doing the wash and then hanging it out to dry in the fresh clean air. She prepares three meals a day, from scratch, in her kitchen that is the centerpiece of the home. She tends to her garden, that which gives her family the sustenance they need to survive. She cans, freezes, and dries this garden bounty so her family has food to set aside for the winter months. She teaches her children by word and by deed to be kind, respectful, stewards of the earth. This has been the traditional role of the homemaker for generations, and this seems to fit more closely with the person that looks back upon me when I gaze into the mirror.
I miss the writing that I use to do oh so much while I was a teacher, and my hope is to create a space where others like me can go for support, ideas and a little old fashioned camaraderie in this amazing journey of being a homemaker.