This morning, once again, Smootch couldn't find matching socks to wear to school. Apparently this long running problem of ours has imprinted itself on her psyche because she considers matching socks to be a special treat, almost on par with chocolate, savored and saved for a special day.
But today, in the anxiety producing rush to get out the door before we're too late - if we hear the anthem being played when we walk in, we know we're bad - the daily mismatched socks fiasco became the focal point of her displeasure. There was hint of tantrum as she stomped her foot and whined, 'Mommy! I hate not having matching socks! It makes me so unhappy!'
For some reason, maybe still too groggy from a too short sleep, I decided to ignore the clock and sit down for a heart to heart life lesson.
'Darling, happiness is a state of mind, not something that happens to you. That means that only you can decide to be happy, regardless of what is going on. Nothing can make you unhappy unless you let it. There will always be something that isn't right. It's your choice what to do with it.'
Smootch digested this while she looked down at one short plain maroon sock and one long pink sock printed with flowers. Then she looked up at me and smiled.
'Okay, mom. I'll take care of my happiness if you take care of matching up my socks.'
What else could I say?