I have a story for you. A story about a little girl who grew into a woman. A story about me.
When I was on the playground in second grade, Sammy Sanchez threw a worm at my jumper (a jumper which my mom had made me). The worm pooped on the pink ruffled lapel. The stain refused to wash out. I was devastated. Little did Sammy know, at that point in time, everything in my life had to be perfect. Worm poop on my jumper didn’t fall into my realm of acceptable dilemmas.
Years later, in high school, I got extremely sick with a colon disease. In order to get well, I had to GET OVER my desire for everything to be perfect. (I wrote about that in a book called Finding Miss Sunshine, which you can order at www.HeidiTankersley.com/books.)
Swing forward to present day. I haven’t seen Sammy since second grade, but I still work on making sure I don’t get wrapped up in being perfect.
Little did I know, trouble was brewing …
A few years ago, in a conference room, at a design and manufacturing company, a group of people gathered. They brainstormed and they schemed, until they’d concocted a way to throw another proverbial “worm” at my jumper. They hoped the worm was going to poop on me. They hoped I would show my second-grade self. They hoped I’d be tormented by the worm poop.
The company devised their plan, and they put it into action. They implemented design upgrades on their product. They put it out on shelves. And unknowingly, I bought it. I bought lots of them.
“What? What is it?” you ask.
Well, I’ll tell you.
But not just any sport socks. Sport socks with “L” and “R” stitched into the fabric at the toes or inside the ankle.
The. Worm. Had. Just. Pooped.
On my jumper.
See, here’s my laundry reality: I’m lucky to come out with an even number of socks. After every load of wash, if there’s not a solo straggler, I do a silent victory dance. It’s a good day when corresponding colors get matched.
Today, as I pull that giant pile of socks out of the dryer, I prepare myself to face the worm poop. I refuse to return to my second-grade self. Oh yes, my hands start to shake, and my chin quivers a little. But I square my shoulders, clench my jaw, and look away.
And then, I pair an “L” with an “L.”
Yes, that's right. "Left" with a "Left." And a "right foot sock" with a "right foot sock." I refuse to give in. I’m determined. I WILL NOT give in.
I’m sure some of you out there revel in the idea of knowing your left big toe is going to position itself exactly where your left big toe was last time in that sock. Admittedly, years ago, I would have jumped for joy at this inventive idea.
Now, I only think of worm poop.
And I take a deep breath. And I pair those same-letter socks, and then, I...
Well, I let it go …
Do your children go to school with “L” and “L” socks? Does your husband wear “R” and “R” socks to work? Let’s support each other. Let’s make a stand together. Here’s to being perfect no longer. Here’s to wearing worm poop proudly on our lapels.
We have enough things we can’t get “quite right” in life. We already judge and critique ourselves far too much. I refuse to allow matching our “L” and “R” socks to position itself on my whiteboard of to-do’s. I won’t give myself any “star stickers” for doing that.
Above all, let’s remember our blessings. We have little people we get to put those socks on. We have running water, toilets, and WASHING MACHINES! We live in a day and age where my biggest complaint I can think of (seriously) is “L” and “R’s” on socks, and worm poop on my jumper lapel. Wow. What a beautiful time in the world to grow up and be alive.
Quick, right now, name five things you have to be grateful for.
I’m grateful for sport socks.
Love to all,
I can’t believe I have a stack of 20 books to share with you! That’s 10 weeks of reading.
What’s even crazier? We’re nearing the end of our year of Bookfest Friday reading!!! Two books, every week, for an entire year. We're only a few weeks away from the end of our journey. Can you believe we’ve actually done it? We’re better for it, that’s for sure.
I’m going to summarize the books I read this last ten weeks by deeming each with a “MOST” award. It’s the quickest and easiest way I can think of to get across a main thought I have about each book.
Okay, no time to waste. Here’s what I read over the last ten weeks, listed in the order they’re stacked in the picture above, starting with the books I read on my kindle:
Me Before You by Jojo Moyes (MOST hard I cried at a book. Ever.)
After You by Jojo Moyes (MOST hard to read after I read the first book.)
Under the Never Sky by Veronica Rossi (MOST slow beginning, yet semi-redeeming middle and end.)
Girl Online by Zoe Sugg (MOST able to skip and never read. Zoe’s first book …)
Physical Expression on Stage and On Screen by Bill Connington (MOST Helpful for my public speaking events.)
Ragged Richard by Horatio Alger (MOST enduring children’s novel on this list. It was originally published in early 1900’s. Richard’s name is actually shortened in the book title, but my husband makes fun of me when I say it.)
The Tail of Emily Windsnap by Liz Kessler (MOST in need of a less cliché’ last quarter of the book. Too many “coincidences.”)
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone J.K. Rowling (MOST “Well, here we go…” feeling.)
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling (MOST, “Yes, here we go…” feeling.)
Of Love and Evil by Anne Rice (MOST provocative for spiritual analogy.)
Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman (MOST awesome, finished in one day, wow.)
Reading Magic: Why Reading Aloud to our Children Will Change Their Lives Forever by Mem Fox (MOST necessary to be read by every parent, ever.)
A Whole New Mind: Why Right-Brainers Will Rule the Future by Daniel H. Pink (MOST intriguing and full of statistics and tidbits.)
Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer (MOST, best re-read EVER. Fourth time just as good as the first. It never gets old.)
The Irresistable Novel by Jeff Gerke (MOST liberating book on the writing craft.)
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling (MOST, “Digging in and opening a box of worms, what’s going to happen in book four” feeling.)
Sea of Shadows by Kelley Armstrong (MOST easily able to skim. Not my favorite.)
A Ghost in the House by Betty Ren Wright (MOST fond of in my childhood. Interesting how much more intriguing it was twenty years ago...)
Who Switched Off My Brain by Caroline Leaf (MOST intrigued by the original edition. Didn’t like this one as much.)
An Unnamed Book Title That I’m Too Modest to Put Here On My Blog by Mantak Chia and Rachel Carlton Abrams (Most Positive Read For My Marriage.)
You guys, we only have THREE WEEKS OF THIS BUSINESS LEFT!! I can’t believe it. Please read six books before the next time I post for Bookfest Friday! My tears are already flowing, and I can’t believe a year is almost up. Is it really almost May 2016? Unbelievable.
Love to all,