In watching An Old Fashioned Thanksgiving, a movie based on a short story by Louisa May Alcott, beloved author of one of my favorite books, Little Woman, I felt a stir that has been laying dormant for the past year or so. That is the desire to have a family. What a sweet desire. I've greatly admired girls whose chief ambition is to be a wife and homemaker.
It's not a glamorous job by any means, doesn't pay very well, and often doesn't prompt praise from onlookers. It's definitely one of the most unappreciated jobs a woman could have... in the eyes of the world, that is. But to her children, I know it is different. To them, there are no more important people than their parents. And I love the idea of being available to serve in the community and church. The truly noble woman of old often helped the less fortunate families about them by visiting, sometimes with food and to give aid. In that way, they made a huge difference in those people's lives and I'm sure were not forgotten for their kindness.
Willing to be plain and out of sight. Willing to serve the forgotten. Where are our noble woman today? I know they are out there. They may not get praise or limelight, but they are making a lasting impression.
-Abby