Yeah, yeah, yeah… So, Adam ‘hunted’ and reaped of the fruit of the Earth that God provided!
This is for the woman who “does nothing at home.”
You know her. Maybe you are her.
She wakes up before everyone else and goes to bed after everyone else. In between, she cooks, cleans, organizes, remembers, plans, worries, fixes, soothes, and starts all over again the next morning. She does not clock in. She does not clock out. There is no paycheck, no performance review, no paid time off, and no sick days.
She does not scream about it. She does not make a scene. She just keeps going, quietly and completely, because if she stopped, everything would fall apart and everyone would suddenly notice all the things they never noticed before.
Her work has no title. It has no salary. It barely has a name.
But try taking it away for a single week and watch what happens to the house, to the schedule, to the meals, to the children, to the whole carefully held life that everyone else simply walks through without thinking about who built it.
She built it. She builds it every single day.
This is not a small thing. It never was.
To every woman carrying a home on her back while the world calls it nothing, you are seen. What you do matters. And the people lucky enough to live inside the life you hold together owe you more than they will ever fully understand. 🤍