Yesterday I was rushing about to get John out the door on time to pick up this brother from work. All day John had run about in sock feet, no shoes. I sent him to get on his shoes and heard my Mom saying “Go get the other shoes John, one is not enough.” I stuck my head into the kitchen where they were and noticed Johns sock was on inside out. I laughed, “Mom did you help him get his sock on?” My Mom looked bewildered, holds up her disabled crooked arm and says, “Yea, I can’t even get my socks on, and you think I have the ability to help him? I guess he put that sock on inside out.”
“Mom, promise me you didn’t help him.”
“No, I can’t you know that.”
“Then, you just witnessed a miracle, for the first time in his entire life, John has put a sock on!”
“Really? I thought he could dress himself?” Mom ask looking surprised.
“All but socks, that’s why he wear slip on shoes or sandals in the summer, he has never been able to put on his socks, but now, he can dress himself 100%...just in time for his sixteenth birthday.”
So today we in America celebrate Independence day, it really is independence day for us at our house. The final frontier of socks have been conquered, and for the first time ever, I can skip the job of putting socks on my son myself. I am not sure which one is of us more excited about this accomplishment, me or John. Now like his shorts and shirts, he will more than likely wear them inside out, but I don’t care at all, what counts most to me...he did it himself!