Pink Socks
I work at my child’s school. Most days I show up to work, my daughter takes off her socks and either hands them to me, or she stuffs them into my pocket.
One weekend, as I was cleaning out my purse I found 3 pairs of my daughter’s socks inside. Other days I have her sock collection floating around in the trunk of my car.
Being a person who is easily irritated, at first I was not enjoying this sock situation.
It was annoying. And I’m trying to not get annoyed so easily.
Something new happened yesterday though. As I reached into my pocket to retrieve a bulge there, I pulled out her socks bundled together. Instead of feeling annoyed I realized this is a gift!
Like a cat brings dead rodents or birds to the front door of its human, my DD is gifting me with her socks. I cherish these moments now. I cherish the sock collections in my purse, in my car, in my pocket. I realize this too is a part of my motherhood experience. And I am deeply grateful for the opportunity given to me, to carry my daughter’s socks. These socks are a blessing, a joy. And never a burden. Thank you Universe for bestowing to me, a precious soul that gives me gifts of dirty socks most days — ย almost everyday. I want to document these tiny instances of joy in life, that are so easily forgotten and pass so swiftly as my children grow up too fast.
Thank you Precious Child for choosing me to be your Mother.
I am forever Grateful. I will miss your socks one day, and I will never forget how much you love me.
