My grandma gave me an apron for Christmas. It belonged to her mother. I love it.
It makes me feel pretty and feminine. Alluring, even.
It makes me want to cook fancy meals for my husband instead of just kids' fare (or cold cereal.)
When I wear it, it reminds me to speak softly when my children are arguing.
I give more hugs and less warnings.
I feel like generations of good mommies are telling me to calm down and enjoy it.