It’s All in the Name

Apron Strings. Some women get up and put on a business suit. Instead, I don my apron. Most mornings, I slip the strings over my head, tie them behind my back. As I search for a name for my little spot here on the web, a conversation with with my son Noah popped into my head.

As we were bustling around one morning, in a hurry to get the day started, he went and opened the kitchen closet and pulled one of my aprons off its hook on the inside of the door. He drug it across the floor and held it up to me saying “You forgot your apron, Mom!”

Why do I wear an apron? I’m a messy cook, I’m always picking things up off the floor and sticking them in my pockets, I often gather up an armful of something to transport from one spot to another, I need to wipe off my hands many times in a day, dirty little faces need a quick spit-shine — my Apron is useful and handy.

As far as the Strings go, I’m very happy to have a few young ones still tugging on them. It is exciting to watch my children grow and mature and look to the time when they won’t need to hold on so tightly. Although I confess I’m still adjusting to the fact that our oldest three are no longer needing that close connection to Mom. They’ve cut those apron strings, though it seems like yesterday they were the little ones underfoot.

While wearing my apron, my children take me seriously. It’s a reminder we are to be about the business of the day. Tying the strings reminds me I have my children such a short time and I need to make every moment count.

So, there it is, and here I am. Tying those Apron Strings and enjoying all the other things the Lord brings into my day.

I’m sharing this post over at Raising Arrows on Welcome Home Wednesday