Mismatched socks---can drive me over the proverbial edge. The bleak hours of many an early morning finds me helping dress The Littles for their school day. Many days find the two big boys already dressed---and wearing their favorite pair of mismatched socks. My eye begins to twitch as I take in the sight of two different colored--different patterned socks. Thankfully---they normally are the same height--my #1 daughter's nod at matching.
Even those socks with mere subtle differences--are not acceptable in my sight. Two white socks with different shading on the bottom are as bad as one blue and one black sock in my mind.
I have attempted folding all their laundry in a futile effort to match the socks up and place them together. A huge handful of socks in every
load do not have mates. When questioning #1 daughter about where the mates could be---she laughs and tells me they are in the dirty laundry from yesterday---since none of them matched that day either.
You see---she has her eye on what is important---keeping them all dressed, fed, safe, and loved---while I am digging through the laundry trying to match up socks. Her theory--they have on socks---what difference does it make if they match? She does not sweat the small stuff!
Life can become a struggle of trying to match up the socks when in truth--the unmatched socks were meeting the need the entire time we were desperately trying to restore the order we though necessary. Life is messy---things are not going to line up according to our preconceived idea of how things should look. The road we travel may not match the map we had drawn. It turns out some of the best of times--may also be the messiest of times. We get so hung up on creating the illusion of order and control, we don't enjoy the joy in the chaos.
Meanwhile---there are no socks in my drawers that are not folded with their mate and I am wasting a lot of time feeding my compulsions instead of enjoying the moment. She is right---I am wrong--but at this point in life my socks will always match. I can occasionally in desperation put a pair of mismatched socks on the Littles, so I have loosened up a great deal. Never too late to stretch and grow---and smell the stinky socks---OH I MEAN ROSES!
Show me, O Lord, my life's end and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting is my life.