To say motherhood is inherently oppressive is one of the most heartbreaking lies of our generation.
As a housewife and mother, I do not feel oppressed—I feel honored. My role is not something forced upon me. It is something I embrace with joy, gratitude, and purpose. I wake up every day knowing that my time and energy are poured into something eternal: my home, my marriage, my children.
My body was created for this—God designed women with the unique ability to carry life, to nurture, to build up the next generation. That’s not oppression. That’s divine design.
I feel blessed to be shielded from the pressures of the workforce, the ever-changing ideologies of the world, the stress of chasing corporate ladders or drowning in debt from a degree I might never use. I am covered and supported by a husband who loves us enough to provide, just so I can raise our child in peace and purpose.
I cook, clean, and care—not because I’m forced to, but because it brings joy to my family and purpose to my heart. My home is filled with peace, laughter, fresh meals, and warmth. What a gift to give and to receive.
Motherhood is not oppression—it is sacrificial love. And yes, it requires giving up some pleasures, but that’s not bondage. That’s selflessness.
God forbid we call laying down one’s life for another oppression. That is the highest form of love.
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