In a household of six, there were a lot of socks. We had gold toes, red lines, no red lines, long athletics, short athletics… and that’s just a sampling of my boy’s socks. The girls preferred multi-colored stripes and dots while my husband leaned more toward darker hues for work and white and gray socks for play. Me? What did I wear…You guessed it! I didn’t wear any stinking socks! Well, most days anyway. Can you blame a girl for not wanting to add to the sock chaos churning in her laundry room? Friday movie night was the designated time for me to do what I had been postponing all week…sort the dang socks. Because, you know… there are hide and seek socks who sneak behind beds and dressers and dryers only to surprise you when they make a random appearance. And please don’t get me started on the “March of the Penguin” socks who for months wait for the return of its waddling mate. So, weeks pass and socks are found and lost and then found again like the remote control and pennies. And I sorted them…one by one till pairs were made.
Years later, I still practice this "mismatched" custom. It’s an homage to all the things Grace has taught me. If you see me, and I’m wearing socks, they will undoubtedly not match. It is a life statement I rehearse every time I go to the sock drawer. I am reminding myself, I won’t get “forever” here on this Earth. My time here is precious. My mismatched socks are a calculated decision to value the time I have with the people around me. And like the book says, “Don’t sweat the small stuff…And It’s All Small Stuff” FYI: The author, Richard Carlson, passed away just nine years after publishing that book at the young age of 45. LIFE IS SHORT ya’ll!
Today marks five years since our Amazing Grace left us. I miss her Every. Single. Day. The place in my heart where she lives aches for her presence and the wish for more time. Oh! the things I would change if I had the chance. Oh! the things I would say to her if only I had the moments. But, the past can't be undone. The past is at its best when it boasts of the things we have learned. What have I learned? Mismatched socks and all it implies!!
Thank you Grace for living significantly! Happy Fifth “Re”Birthday Sweet Grace! We Love You!