This morning on my way to work I heard a radio host announce that today is National Sock Day. I thought, “Oh brother, when are we going to have a National Scab Day and a National Hairball Day?” I laughed sarcastically as the announcer said, “Do you ever wonder where socks go after you place them in the dryer and only one out of a pair appears?” He went on to say, “Seriously friends, how does a single sock end up on a sidewalk? I’ve seen them. You’ve seen them. Take a moment today for the sock.” I was expecting the next song would be “All by Myself” but it was “Walk This Way.”
As Mother’s Day approaches, a National Holiday that came into being because mothers were pounding the pavement for peace, I wonder how many of us will take more than a moment to think about our mothers? Many of us have mothers who are deceased while many have mothers who they are unable to see due to distance, finances, work, health, etc. Still, there are the fortunate ones that are able to visit regularly with their mother’s in person and through social media venues. And, lest we forget, there are many who never met their mother or wish they had never met their mother. Mother’s Day is a painful and joyful day around the world, throwing conflicting energy into the universe. Some will place flowers on graves while some will place flowers in hands. Some will cry over an emotionally unavailable mother while others will cry for all the support and encouragement their mothers gave to them over their life time. Some will drink the day away to forget while others will offer a grateful toast.
For some of us, our first glimpse of what God looks and feels like was our mother’s face and arms. For others of us, our first glimpse of mother may have been abandonment or an orphanage. This Mother’s Day, I will be talking about our Mother God who has been with us before we were conceived and will be with us after we leave this realm. This creative mother is soft and firm, playful and wise, a lamb and a lion, a safe place to land and a landing strip from which to fly away. She is a poet, a seamstress, a merchant, a healer, a chef and a guide. Sometimes when she speaks music can be heard and when she thunders, well, all I can say is sometimes mothers, like our Mother God, has every right to tell us to “Put a sock in it.” Unconditional love knows where the sock is, and trust me, that is truly a moment for socks.