Each day when you hit the alarm clock, you know the day ahead will offer a variety of challenges: Work to deal with…emotions to deal with… people to deal with…traffic to deal with…budget issues…kids running around…doctor appointments…grocery shopping…having the oil changed…picking people up…dropping them off…losing your keys…catching the train…missing the bus…missing your kids…missing your appointment…and missing socks.
The missing socks get me the most. It is frustratingly unexplainable. You knew when you put the laundry in the wash there were two…but somewhere between the washer and the dryer, one goes missing. That brings to mind the question, “Why don’t both socks go missing at the same time…why only one?” It’s like the one shoe you see on the side of the freeway…where did the other one go. Wouldn’t someone notice they only had one shoe?
When our five children were younger, I finally gave up trying to find mates for all the missing socks… along with keeping everyone’s socks separate. My solution was the “sock bucket”. Whenever I did laundry, I took all the socks and dumped them in the “sock bucket“. I didn’t worry if they had a mate or not. I just dumped them in and that was that. Whenever the kids needed socks, they knew where to look. Dealing with the frustration of pairing up socks for a family of seven was no longer my cross to bear. Everyone was on their own.
Granted my method would not qualify me for “mother of the year”, as I didn’t have everyone’s socks all neatly rolled and tucked in individually marked sock drawers…sort of Martha Stewart style…but my method saved me hours of work and frustration. By delegating the workload and forgetting about trying to solve the mysterious disappearance of socks, I was free to do other things…enjoyable things even.
We all have missing socks in our life. Unexplainable things that don’t make sense. Mysteries we can’t rationalize. Big giant frustrating mounds that bury us, and small annoying piles that irritate us, and often we try to bear the burden alone.
Just facing the fact that “sometimes socks go missing” and you will not be able to explain it because life is full of mysteries…can help a lot. You may not be able to fix it. You may not even need to deal with it because it isn’t your burden. You are not out to win a “super person award”.
Maybe it’s time you throw all your socks in a bucket and let someone else deal with it.
Matthew 11: 28-30 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”