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The unselfish devotion of a housewife The unselfish devotion of a housewife The housewife has always been among the unappreciated lot.. Her unflagging devotion to her husband, children a

The unselfish devotion of a housewife

The unselfish devotion of a housewife

The housewife has always been among the unappreciated

lot Her unflagging devotion to her husband, children and

grandchildren has always been taken for granted She

slaves all day as wife, mother, nanny, cook and

housekeeper without any thoughts of rewards Her only

satisfaction lies in the harmony that her hardwork creates

in the family

Her main duty lies in creating a comfortable environment

so that the breadwinner can come home from work to

relax She becomes the sympathetic listener of all his

problems at the office She dusts, vacuums and sweeps

all day Her hobbies normally include knitting, sewing and

flower making for the purpose of creating a more delightful

home She mends his favorite shirt time and time again

without grudging Her only gratification comes from those

casual compliments she receives for the delicious dishes

she serves which involve so much preparation and work

Little children are quite lost without their dear mummies

The mother nurses the tiny, helpless infant She cares for,

feeds, washes and cloths the baby She gets up several

times in the middle of the night just so that her baby is

soothed and comfortable, rocking and singing to her baby

the old, lovely lullabies

The mother never forgets birthdays and always manages

to whip up a cake for that special day She remembers our

first words, looks out for our first front tooth She is always

there to wipe our tears after we toddle, tumble and fall

She is always there to teach us our numbers and

alphabet She works and wears herself out to prepare us

for our first day at school She runs out of the house at the

last minute to hand to us our forgotten homework book we

have left behind She always manages to stand just

outside the school gate with an umbrella so that we do not

get soaked in the rain

Her sharp eyes always watch for the first signs of cold

She waits over her children night and day worried and

anxious as they go through their share of flu, measles,

mumps and chicken pox She coddles her poor sick

children Then when we are well again, she scolds us

sharply for not finishing our vegetables

She administers the timely slaps on the hand every time

we get into those mischievous pranks She angrily sends

the whole lot to bed without any supper Then she gets up

in the middle of the night to pull over us our blankets and

stroke our hair reassuringly

She continues to remain her daughter’s best friend, her

son’s best confidant She nags at us with her old

fashioned values and chides us for being stubborn But

she is always there when things go wrong to lend a

shoulder for us to cry on

Her grandchildren look to her as a marvelous

“sugar-mummy” who spoils them with home-made toys, sweets,

ice-cream and jellies She has an infinite store of old,

fascinating stories to keep us bewitched for hours She

has a marvelous knack for providing delightful old

fashioned remedies to cold, cuts or broken toys

There is indeed no tribute which is fitting to the

housewife’s simple, selfless devotion to her family