The Right Socks

Do you know what really matters in life? Well, sometimes, I think it is the right socks. Yup, you read it correctly, the right socks.

Just because I think it sometimes doesn’t make it true. I have momentary flashes of insanity on my quest for perfection. For example, the other day, I had to pick up my eldest daughter before meeting my husband at our son’s basketball game. The first thing I noticed when I walked in the gym were my son’s socks. He had on a pair of my husband’s white tall athletic socks, and he had them rolled down. YUP…. ROLLED DOWN! How could my husband have let him leave the house wearing the wrong socks? And, to add insult to injury, they were rolled down!

I looked at the other boys on the court. Every single one of them had on  mid-calf, colorful socks. Yes, the exact kind I had purchased for my son. My poor, poor preteen son was not wearing the right socks. What would the other boys think? What would the other parents think about me as a mother? How could we survive the trauma of the wrong socks?

Then, the insanity passed, and I realized absolutely NO ONE cared about my son’s socks. I enjoyed the game after that slight panic attack because my son was having a blast playing his heart out, regardless of his socks.

I doubt I am the only one out there that has had the “what will others think?” moment. It is crazy how we let the little things, especially those that are out of our control, impact us. I have started to find sanity in allowing my children to leave the house even if their clothes don’t match or I don’t like the way they have styled their hair for the day. The most amazing thing about it is that everyone returns home perfectly fine.

Who knew? The right socks might not be so important after all.


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