The Apron: Motherhood’s
just came in from receiving a package from
the UPS man. He stops by every few days to
bring packages for my husband. And it dawned
on me today that he is always greeted by a
little caravan of children on bicycles or
skates or, on rainy days, leaning over the
back of the sofa to watch him through the
living room window. They watch for him and
he watches for them. They see his big brown
truck driving down the lane and instantly
recognize him as the UPS man because of his
brown uniform. He always looks neat and tidy
and always represents his company well. The
USP man may actually be one of several men
who’ve made deliveries on this route, but
they’re all “the UPS man” because of that
So, today was no different. The
children ran to greet him and I came out to
take the package. In my uniform. I don’t
think I’ve ever been more proud to be
wearing my uniform as I was this day.
Because I realized that I am as easily
recognizable to him as he is to me and my
children. His uniform indicates he’s on the
job - he’s at work, taking care of business,
doing what he’s supposed to be doing in a
timely and efficient manner. He’s
representing his company well. It dawned on
me that I am easily recognizable to him (and
any of the several others that make
deliveries here) because, I, too, am wearing
a uniform. My uniform tells others that I am
a woman, a keeper at home and I’m a mother.
The apron is the mother’s uniform. The
wording on my apron, Welcome Home, says to
my family and to those who stop in, that I
am glad to be here and that I am glad
they’re here, too.
When I slip on this apron and tie the
strings, I am making a conscious decision to
have a mind to work. I have a job as a
keeper at home. Titus 2. 3-5 tells me a bit
of why I put on this apron. I do love my
husband, I do love my children, I do work
here, I do guard and guide the home and in
doing so, I do want to represent them well.
That’s what my uniform says to them and to
the watching world - and to me. It says I’m
right here, right where I belong, doing what
I was meant to do.
The apron: it’s motherhood’s uniform.
It means something… it’s one of the Good
Things of motherhood. What a blessing - what
a privilege - to be able to wear it.