On disappointments and socks

Not to be a sooky baby but I have had a couple of disappointments in the last few weeks.

A really cool trip that included a visit to see a couture show at a museum (I had the ticket bought and put away in my underwear drawer so it wouldn't get lost) cancelled because of a change of plans at my husband's work. It was a go-along-with-the-spouse financed trip and not something I could justify on my own I decided.

And hopes raised on the career front by someone who then found out it wasn't theirs to give.

Disappointments for sure but nothing really major. Nothing really terrible on say the scale of cutting into really good fabric and then realizing that this was one of those patterns where you were supposed to add the seam allowances and hadn't, for example.

And I am, after all, someone who has been around the block a few times. A self-description that made my kids hysterical when I said this once at the dinner table. They started naming all the streets in my neighbourhood, "what block was that Mom?" A prophet in her own home etc.

What I mean is that resilience is something I have been refining for a while now.

I have learned too that it is important to try and not disappoint anyone else if you can. It's easy to do, without thinking. You have to pay attention.

A while ago now I did a lot of sock knitting, it was a great reliable gift for son-in-laws, sons, husbands and nephews.

I never thought.

That is until my 9 year old niece remarked that "Do you have to be a boy around here to get new socks?"

Wow.

Well these ones are for you Sophia. May you always stand up for yourself.  Happy Birthday. 

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