Organized. Timely. Type A. Follows through. These are traits of mine that I have always considered positive. I can take a cluttered drawer and sort it by color, shape, size and use. Give me a few hours with multiple sized storage bins, and I will organize the freezer into a beauty statement. Well, today my organizing tendencies bit me in the butt. You see my teenage daughter has started the trend of mismatched socks. Not only do my six year old daughter and four year old son wear mismatched socks, they also insist on pairing the mismatched socks in their drawers. I have resisted temptation to rematch these socks many times. However, last night I could not resist. I physically could not resist. So, my son’s sock drawer got an overhaul. And wow! did I feel accomplished and at ease when I was finished. Blue stars, meet blue stars. Red and black stripes…coordinated perfectly.
Until this morning. My son came downstairs on this Monday morning with arms crossed and a frown on his face. He was unimpressed. “Why did you do that?” I did immediately know why he was upset. So I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a quick reflection and did the right thing. I swallowed my pride and re-(un) organized his collection of socks. And he was satisfied.
My takeaway is that being organized is a God-given strength of mine, and I will without a doubt treasure this attribute. But I will also engrave my child’s frustration with my actions into my memory so that next time I can formally let it go. Walk away. Be at peace with his creative organization. Learn from his ability to mix it up.
Here are wonderfully mismatched socks from The Crazy Iguana.