Apron Day

My daughter made sure to tell me a few days ago that today was Apron Day. When I got up this morning, I remembered my apron. Along with the physical apron, I could only think about the things it symbolized. As a child, I had my beloved apron that my mother made me. I would clean our little house with my white apron. As an adult, I cherish the time I wear my apron to cook and clean for my family. For years, I hoped to share the same things with my daughter. Low and behold, as an adult she has the same love for aprons. The aprons symbolize things such as love for a family. The dirtier my apron is, the more love I have put into our various chores. I smile when I look at my apron covered in flour, because I know my family is enjoying their favorite pastries.

I got this poem a while back. It is something that I cherish and wanted to share with you. Go dig out your favorite apron and enjoy.

Mama's Apron

An apron played a big part in mama's life

As common to wear as being a housewife.

She used it to gather eggs at the end of the day

To gather vegetables to can and put away

To feed the family on a rainy day...

She used it to pick up chips

To start a fire in the old wood stove.

To cook the daily bread,

For her main concern was to keep her family fed.

She folded it around her hands

When at the table the blessing was said.

And wore it in the rain to cover her graying head,

She wrapped it around the baby's legs when it was cold

And sometimes used it to wipe his lil' nose.

It was a faithful servant thru sad and lonely years

She even used it to dry away her tears.

When the children were tucked in and their prayers were said...

She laid out a clean one at the foot of her bed.

Their job is over now, they did their best.

Mama and her apron have been laid to rest.

If all is true about Heaven I've been told,

Mama is now weaving an apron of spun gold…

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