My mother is/was a stay at home mom, and busied herself raising five children, renovating two houses (both managing external workers, when necessary, and doing a ton of the actual work), and keeping those houses clean, the children and father fed, as well as get the children home from school, manage their scholastic progress, do the taxes and generally managing the household money, insurances, doing the laundry, keeping the garden presentable....sand probably an innumerable number of others things I never really realized. I think once the smallest child got into school, and the house we were then living in was mostly finished, she grew a bit restless, since she took on a part-time job, doing insurance assessments. But when we moved into a bigger house, that one always had some work needing to be done, and the garden was bigger as well, so despite all children having moved out now, she's still quite busy, just keeping the home in good nick, but now occasionally joins my father on his travels abroad for conferences and what-not, so it's become an easier life - but given her physical limitations at her current age, that's a good thing. She's still the first to volunteer if any of her kids needs anything at all, and my middle sister still "visits" every weekend.
I suppose there's a bit of helicoptering going on though, personally I felt a bit over-cared and which motivated me to leave the confines of my parents home as quickly as possible, and even now I can barely visit them for more than a few days before growing slightly restless and frustrated. Nonetheless, an easy job, she had not. It was a physically and mentally demanding job, involving way too much literal shit to be taken lightly.