Hats. Today I am intentionally grateful for hats. I love hats--whether it's a basic baseball cap, a 1920's cloche hat, a Derby Day fascinator, or almost everything in between. But, my favorite hats are those ones that aren't visible to the eye.
I've worn a mom-hat since 1997, and it is my favorite hat. But with that came a closet full of corresponding headgear to complete my uniform. There was the nurse hat that came out to clean abrasions, lovingly kissed boo-boos, wrapped sprains or splinted fractures. Also, over the years, I've had the chauffeur hat. I've chauffeured to and from the library, school, piano, field trips, baseball practices, marching band events, friends' houses or swim.
I've worn the hat of a teacher. I taught them how to pray, how to use good manners, and how to properly brush their teeth. I taught them how to read and how to write. And, as they grew, so did the other subjects.
I've worn a firefighter's hat, too, and extinguished the occasional flame of ugly words that shot across the room.
I also wear a chef's toque, creating meals that are healthy and good for growing bodies. I've worn the hat of advocate, and counselor, a laundress, hair sylist, and sometimes felt like a maid.
Some of the hats have been retired--I no longer kiss boo-boo's--but there are more hats waiting to be worn. With each hat comes an opportunity to be the hands and feet of Christ in my home to my children. There were times I've considered the glamorous hats that I could have chosen, certainly those that come with better salary. But, then I think of all the time invested into these souls who call me, "Mom," and I wouldn't exchange that hat with all its corresponding duties for anything.
"The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me; your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of your hands." (Psalm 138:8)
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