The Magic of an Apron.
Want to know a secret? I wear an apron pretty much every day and I love it. Ladies, if you don’t wear an apron, you may be missing out on the forgotten magic of apron-wearing. I’m a nice person, and I’m pro-homemaking magic, so I can’t have you being all muggle in your routines. It would be sad.
I have been wearing an apron almost every day for over a year now, and it changed my attitude and level of effectiveness as a homemaker. Who knew?! Here’s the deal: you can wear an apron only to protect your clothes when you are doing something you predict will be messy (utilitarian and non-magical) or you could wear it as a *uniform* of domestic honor (vocational and magical). When I wear an apron now, it is no longer a matter of mere utility, now it’s a visible sign of my vocation, a sign to myself that I embrace my role in my family and home. The apron, for me, is an affirmation that this work I do is valid, valuable, honorable work and when I do it “as to the Lord” he is as willing to use it for his glory as he would be to use a more obviously monetized work. Homemaking is real work, it’s a largely lost art, and it’s worthy of honor.
Think of it this way; Police Officers are worthy of honor and respect because they protect our families and homes while risking their own. Their uniforms tell us instantly, “this is what I am giving my life to do”. We recognize that and should absolutely honor it. I shouldn’t even have to reiterate that, and I’m sad that I do. The uniform tells you that this is an embraced vocation.
My apron is not the same as a badge for obvious reasons, but when worn as a uniform, it can still be an echo. It still says, “This is what I am giving my life to do.”
I make this contrast on purpose because of the mental frown that results from comparing “protect and serve” to “scrub and stir”. If all my apron signifies is “scrub and stir” then I wear it in utility. And if I think of my role at home as an extended list of insignificant tasks, then I have missed the glory of my vocation. My job isn’t to scrub and stir. It isn’t less than that, but it isn’t that. My calling, my role, my vocation is very much to nurture, protect and serve. I still practice laying down my life, my self-interest, for my husband, children, and neighbors to glorify God. This matters. Women, this is expansive and meaningful. We are called to nurture life in its multitude of forms, through our multitude of gifts, and when we do, when we understand how much this matters to our own families and extends into future generations, it ceases to be a mere chore list and starts to be a calling full of possibility and challenge.
After I have had my coffee and had my morning read, I rise and put on my apron and it’s my way of saying, “God, I accept this work from your hands. Help me to submit and surrender to the day you have laid out. Teach me to glorify you in this seemingly insignificant way and multiply my small efforts, my imperfect attempts to live out joyfulness in your design. Please grow in me a readiness to serve and protect, to nurture and support. Help me to stay focused on my vocation while I wear this apron, and when I am done and hang it up, help me be grateful.” When I set this intention it helps me in all my reluctance and little faith.
The home matters. Families matter. Civilization hangs on homes and families. Children matter. Marriage matters. Holiness matters. Discipleship matters. These are and have always been, the purview of home.
Therefore homemaking matters.
The magic of an apron is knowing the difference between utility and vocation. I’m really and truly trying to learn this in my home and heart. It’s hard. I have way more words than successes. Even so ladies, I want to lift the apron from the rank of menial and mundane. May it be an echo of honor. May it help you lean into sanctification and pursue holiness. May it be magic. I invite you to get your apron out of the drawer and dust it off with a new vision. Embrace the dignity of your calling as you tie the strings. Set your shoulders for joy and wear a new understanding of the honor and dignity of homemaking.
May your aprons and Bibles both be well-worn,
The Remedial Homemaker