Midge went to her first dance last night. Officially, it was the Snowflake Ball, and it was a fundraiser for her school. It was also a parent/child dance, and I was fortunate enough to be her date.
She got all dressed up (well minus the shoes). She couldn’t find her black dress shoes, so she opted to wear her black Uggs with her dress, which was completely fine (and actually pretty cute), until she decided to take off the boots. It was then that I realized she had put socks over her black tights – socks that did not match (tie dye no less) – one purple and black, one hot pink and white.
It certainly brought a smile to my face but only after a moment of anxiety. Wearing mismatched socks is just something I never did. Well, because frankly, it’s wrong… right? Midge, on the other hand, embraces the mismatched socks. Part of this is necessity, because socks in our house are only matched at the time they are purchased and upon first wear. Part of this is pure attitude – “it doesn’t matter mom… they are just socks!”
So, in her cute little dress, with her closest friends Midge danced the Cotton Eyed Joe, the Macarena, the Chicken Dance (with my help) and the Cha Cha Slide. And, of course, she did this all while sporting her best mismatched socks (and matching attitude).
When I was little I remember thinking that everything had to be perfect; hair in place, perfectly matching clothes. Looking back now, I wish I’d been more like Midge, because at the end of the day – I’m fairly certain the only one that really cared about the mismatched socks... was me.