The apron is my cape

The apron is my cape. When I tie the strings around my waist it empowers me to get done what needs to get done. It tells me it is time for work. It is not time to be afraid of getting my hands or clothes dirty. Dig in. The apron allows me to push through the mess. It keeps me from being lazy. Each one holds a different recipe, childs tears, or maybe even my own. It comforts, it cleans, it creates, it protects. It holds a sacredness that I respect. To some it may be held in a negative light. They might say it is a symbol of a cooped up housewife, waiting hand and foot on her family. I see it as a symbol of honor. I get to love my family with dinner and dessert. I get to create an environment they want to come home to. The strings are not tying my hands, but rather giving me freedom to create.