I was thinking about all the hats I wear. Some I wear all the time, others I switch around. They are all different but each important in their own way. Some are more important to me than others.
There are two major catagories of hats that I wear; the "who I am hats" and the "what I do hats."
The oldest hat I have of course is my "daughter, granddaughter, sister, niece and cousin hat." I've this one of course my whole life and will never take it off. I got the "aunt hat" 21 years ago when my first nephew was born.
Of course one of my important hats I've had for 20 years, that of wife and life partner to the most wonderful man in the world. Along with that hat of course I got the "inlaw hat" which I do like believe it or not.
The next important hat would be my "mom hat" that I've had for 17 years and represents my two greatest accomplishments; bringing two incredible and wonderfuly talented human beings into this world.
I can't forget my "friend hat." Where would I be without that!?
Those are the hats I never take off. They represent who I am. What follows are the "what I do hats" and change frequently- sometimes once or twice in the same hour!
My volunteer hats, I have two. Sometimes I have to stop myself before taking more! There's my church choir member hat. Actually that should be just my "church member hat" because not only do I sing in the choir, but I'll do other things for the church as well, like bake for events and stuff.
Then there's my "Girl Scout hat." I've worn this one for the past 12 years, because I believe so strongly in the program. If I've even just one little girl to reach her full potientail and grow into a strong young woman than it's 12 years well spent. I've thought about taking this hat off permently, but I can't seem to manage it, at least not yet.
I have my "Weight Watcher Hat" because it brings in a small but steady income and it helps me keep my weight down.
Next is my "Creative Memories Hat" because everyone needs a hobby. It's cheaper than therapy, it's relaxing, and if I can make a little money at it, all the better.
Lastly but centianly not least is my "Writing Hat." That hat doesn't yet bring in an income, but it is my PASSION. I can no more remove this hat than my "who I am hats" nor would I want to.
Those are my hats. Sometimes I get a head ache form all the switching back and forth. Sometimes I do take them all off to give my head a rest. But they are always there waiting. Infact, I need to get to ready to switch out the one I'm wearing now!
What hat are you wearing now?
Monday, September 28, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The golf ball
To totaly appriciate the wonder of this story you must first understand two things about my husband Fred. Firstly, he does not play golf. Apart from mini-golf which we do sometimes on vacation.
The second thing which you need to know is that he doesn't wear suits. He has couple, but very rarely wears them.
Last April my friend Deb's father passed way from pancriotic cancer. While helping her mother perpair funeral arrangments she nearly forgot about pall bearers untill the last minute. She scrambled to come up with six men who would be able to carry her father's casket. She wound up asking Fred who accepted with honor.
The morning of the funeral, Fred decided since he was pall bearer, he should really wear a suit, complete with jacket and tie. He put the jacket on and felt something in the pocket. We were both suprised when he pulled out a golf ball.
Neither of us could imagine where that had come from, nor could we even remember the last time he'd wore that suit.
At the funeral the priest was going on about how much George loved a good game of golf. I smiled to myself because a few weeks earlier Deb was joking that when her dad got to Heaven he would probably get St. Peter into a few rounds of golf before heading through the pearly gates!
Suddenly, it hit me! After the service I rushed up to Deb and her mom. "He's playing golf," I said. "Right now, with St. Peter and he hit one so hard it landed in Fred's pocket!"
I believe this was George Butwitt's mesage to his grieving wife and daughter, "I'm fine and I'm playing golf!"
The second thing which you need to know is that he doesn't wear suits. He has couple, but very rarely wears them.
Last April my friend Deb's father passed way from pancriotic cancer. While helping her mother perpair funeral arrangments she nearly forgot about pall bearers untill the last minute. She scrambled to come up with six men who would be able to carry her father's casket. She wound up asking Fred who accepted with honor.
The morning of the funeral, Fred decided since he was pall bearer, he should really wear a suit, complete with jacket and tie. He put the jacket on and felt something in the pocket. We were both suprised when he pulled out a golf ball.
Neither of us could imagine where that had come from, nor could we even remember the last time he'd wore that suit.
At the funeral the priest was going on about how much George loved a good game of golf. I smiled to myself because a few weeks earlier Deb was joking that when her dad got to Heaven he would probably get St. Peter into a few rounds of golf before heading through the pearly gates!
Suddenly, it hit me! After the service I rushed up to Deb and her mom. "He's playing golf," I said. "Right now, with St. Peter and he hit one so hard it landed in Fred's pocket!"
I believe this was George Butwitt's mesage to his grieving wife and daughter, "I'm fine and I'm playing golf!"
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