Stuff I like: Mommy Uniform

{I have decided to do a "Stuff I like" series for the next while. I often have NOTHING interesting to say when I sit down at the computer, so this might give me some inspiration. Hope you like it.}

I used to fantasize I was required to wear a school uniform. In grade five, I actually insisted from time to time for my mom to braid my hair into tight pigtail braids so I could match my kilt, tights and blouse-sweater vest combo. Don't worry, I also wore jeans to school. But I loved wearing a kilt. I thought it made me more "ready" for school.

Boy, was I excited when I discovered that the crazy university I was moving to the middle of nowhere to attend had a dress code. Years later, my childhood dream came to fruition.

Then I got married, pregnant, gave birth, yada-yada, and here I am, a stay-at-home mom. What a beautiful vocation!

It's also a "career path", too, you know. I say that because I want people to know I willingly chose this; I wasn't clubbed into submission by my husband and dragged caveman-style from my desk at my former job to cook and clean, barefoot and pregnant-style.

No, I was raised in a family who had a stay-at-home mom, and I consider myself to have had a very privileged childhood because of it. So here I am, like mother like daughter.

So what's this about uniforms, then?

Well, some days I feel a little overwhelmed by the amount of STUFF I need to do in our little home. Other days I feel like I'm running around like a decapitated chicken, going from task to task, never finishing anything. Other days, I think bed and a book sounds much better.

Then I remember to don my apron, and all feels right in the world.

My apron makes me cook more efficiently, but also more gracefully. I feel like I'm floating around my little kitchen. It's like my womanhood superhero cape. Suddenly, not only do I get the tasks I would like to see done actually accomplished, but I feel more peaceful as I do them.

I only have one apron, and it's rather plain. But I think I would like to add to this collection. I consider it as vital as "mommy me-time". In fact, somehow, the apron acts as "me time" WHILE I busy about my day.

Fancy that.