When I was a young, single mother all my time was taken up with taking care of my kids,
house apartment chores, and my day job. Unequally divided and not always in that order.
My hobby was folding laundry. Mostly because it did a very good job at yelling at me.
Then one day as we were getting ready for the day, my children and I noticed that some of our socks had run away from home. Probably because they felt neglected.
I frantically looked everywhere for matching socks, but to no avail.
And then I had an idea.
“From now on I’m only buying white socks,” I said to my children.
But my children who loved pretty socks with flowers and ninja turtles on them were not happy with this idea.
Which gave birth to a new and better idea.
And I went into my children’s room and pulled out mismatched socks for them to wear.
To this day my children – now young adults – wear mismatched socks ALL THE TIME.
Except when they’re wearing sandals. If I’ve taught them anything, it’s that we do not wear socks with sandals.
Some lessons stick. Others… well, we do our best.