THIS IS A RERUN, BUT ONE OF MY FAVORITE HOLIDAYS BY FAR.
It’s a common dilemma. We’ve all experienced it. It can cause a mother guilt. It’s raised many an eyebrow. The lost sock is known by many but remembered by few, so today has been designated Lost Sock Memorial Day.
I used to search everywhere for that lost little bugger – under beds, next to the washing machine, in the sock drawer – but somehow at least one would escape every laundry day. I often imagined where lost socks went when they disappeared. Perhaps they have their own little place in paradise or pairasocks.
A lot can be said for today’s generation. They’ve found a solution. They mix and match. It has now become fashionable to wear two different socks. When I was a kid we would be shunned for weeks for such behavior. It’s a perfect option when you think about it. When everybody is doing something, it seems to catch on. Soon there will be no end to this concept. We can expect to see unmatched mittens, two different shoes, two opposing earrings (one for each nostril,) a pair of black and white ear muffs. The sky’s the limit.
I find these special holidays to be not only refreshing, but freeing. Think of the guilt lifted off of mothers’ shoulders the world over. No longer will she be responsible for missing socks. No more will she have to search endlessly for the lost socks of her children. Tears will no longer be shed over such an abomination. For years we’ve been slaves to the unmatched sock syndrome, but now we are free. So as we approach Mother’s Day, let’s raise our lone socks, for they shall be lonely no more. Halleluiah!