Trying On Hats of Our Heroes

This summer on our road trip, one of our adventures was visiting my brother's fire station and letting the boys try on the hat of one of their heroes. I like these photos because Jackson's nearly third grade face says, "Yeah, I'm just trying it on." Marcus' face, though, says, "Right at this moment, I AM a firefighter." He looks to me like in his mind the helmet fits him exactly and that Uncle Will's bunker gear has shrunk down to be fire-ready just for Marcus. He BELIEVES.

As I'm adjusting to life with several new hats, I'm struck by how much more fun it is to BELIEVE. I love the hats of mother to elementary age boys and teacher. I also love the old hats that still stick around, like director of doing-stuff, cooker of healthy foods, wife and best friend of Tom. The stress I feel today is in the realization that I have to quickly shift from hat to hat about five times today.

So, at this moment, I'm going to take a lesson from Marcus. At this moment, I'm going to believe that the hat on my head is the only one I need to BELIEVE just this second. It fits me well and will not fall off. My bunker-gear is fire-ready.

The other hats will be waiting for me when I get done.

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