The Many Hats We Wear

  • by Trish Berg
  • October 30, 2013
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Struggling with loads of laundry, clutter in the kitchen and chaos in your life? Stress can easily steal our joy. Trish Berg reminds us to simplify the small stuff and find Joy in the Journey. If you have ever take the time to ponder the many unique hats you wear as a woman, as a mom, it is overwhelming , and quite impressive. We play many roles in the lives of our family and friends, in our jobs and in our communities. Most of the time we put ourselves at the very bottom of our list. We take care of everyone else around us. We worry about them. We feed, clothe and care for all those whom we love and yet we don’t take very good care of ourselves. It’s both a burden and a blessing to to be a woman and to wear all of these hats, and it is truly a part of who we are. We wear a nurse’s cap. When anyone in our family is sick, we pull out the thermometer, kiss their forehead and get out the Tylenol. We starve fevers and feed colds with warm soup. We call in sick to work to care for a sick child and run kids to and from the doctor’s office only to be told that it’s a virus, and we will have to suffer through. We wear a baseball cap. If you have children who play sports, you have become their biggest fan, we sit in football bleachers, baseball stands and on the side of soccer fields. We cheer louder than any other mom in the stands and are there to dry the tears when the game is lost or the injuries are big. We wear a bus driver’s hat. We spend countless hours driving our children to and from school, practice and lessons. We wait in parking lots for them to be done only to drive home a friend or two. We wear a professor’s mortar board. We help our children learn Latin words, how to speak French, how to solve the algebraic equation and the history of the Peloponnesian War. We turn milk cartons into armadillos, create posters about alligators and study the quadratic equation. All before our second cup of coffee. We wear a chef’s hat. We shop, plan and cook meals every day of the week. We make sure there is cereal for breakfast, preferably Lucky Charms. We plan packed lunches from deli to crackers and fruit snacks. We plan suppers in the crockpot and casseroles in the oven, and we feed anyone and everyone who walks through our front door. We serve dinner to the ungrateful crowd who quietly whispers, “Is this all that we have for supper?” And we try not to throw the mashed potatoes at their face. We wear a Sherlock Holmes hat. We investigate crimes big and small, and try to discover the whodunit of every mystery in our homes. Who ate the last cookie? Who left the wet towels on the floor? Who took their sister’s earrings without permission? Who spilled the milk? We wear a maid’s cap. We clean, and clean and clean some more. We pick up Cheerios and Goldfish crackers form the kitchen floor and dirty socks from the carpet. We make beds, wash laundry and Windex windows. It’s no wonder we get so tired and no mystery why we have no time to take care of ourselves. I am not complaining, and I am sorry if it comes across that way. I love my life, I love my family, and I am blessed more than I am burdened by every hat that I wear. That said, I think I need another cup of coffee as I find my hat for today.


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