The sunny was streaming through the bedroom - a fine bright Easter morning. We'd just spent much of the weekend at the local parish church and we had one more mass to go to before having the great cooked breakfast and the ham roast in the late afternoon. I was rather excited thinking of the egg hunt after we'd had eaten. Daffodils would be all around and the house would have a feel of joy and relief having passed through Lent and Passion Week.
We always received a gift from our mom each year. A little souvenir of Easter that marked the day as the most important in the Christian calendar. It actually really out ranks Christmas on many levels
My gift was laying next to my bed. Wiping the sleep from my eyes and not really seeing clearly due to the beams of light I started to unwrap the gift.
To my shock it was a pair of white nylon socks. Okay I may have been all of 8 years of age but I had already developed an acute sense of dress. White socks are and will ever be an abomination. I list them among some of my other dislikes such as polyester jumpers, nylon trousers, paisley shirts, ice hockey shirts, flared jeans and horizontal stripes on fat people. How possibly could my mother get it wrong didn't she have any idea of what she was raising?
I sat there on the edge of my bed in pajamas (of course I had straighten so they fell in a flow) and the tears came. An 8 year that isn't understood is a little frustrated soldier; though the thought of fatigues also repulsed me.
Realising that I would be expected to wear these white things to mass caused a horrific sobbing to commence as it eased a catatonic hold over my thoughts and body started. I stared out the window without thought. Someone called out my name and I shook out of the hold. Why had I been crying they asked. Oh I stumped my toe was my response. Great I thought it's Easter morning and I've already committed the first sin of the day. But I couldn't share the real reason as there would have been some for of humiliation done to me.
I gathered myself together, dressed, wore black socks and covered them by wearing my trousers lower than usual.
Don't buy nylon white socks for other people - please please please.
We always received a gift from our mom each year. A little souvenir of Easter that marked the day as the most important in the Christian calendar. It actually really out ranks Christmas on many levels
My gift was laying next to my bed. Wiping the sleep from my eyes and not really seeing clearly due to the beams of light I started to unwrap the gift.
To my shock it was a pair of white nylon socks. Okay I may have been all of 8 years of age but I had already developed an acute sense of dress. White socks are and will ever be an abomination. I list them among some of my other dislikes such as polyester jumpers, nylon trousers, paisley shirts, ice hockey shirts, flared jeans and horizontal stripes on fat people. How possibly could my mother get it wrong didn't she have any idea of what she was raising?
I sat there on the edge of my bed in pajamas (of course I had straighten so they fell in a flow) and the tears came. An 8 year that isn't understood is a little frustrated soldier; though the thought of fatigues also repulsed me.
Realising that I would be expected to wear these white things to mass caused a horrific sobbing to commence as it eased a catatonic hold over my thoughts and body started. I stared out the window without thought. Someone called out my name and I shook out of the hold. Why had I been crying they asked. Oh I stumped my toe was my response. Great I thought it's Easter morning and I've already committed the first sin of the day. But I couldn't share the real reason as there would have been some for of humiliation done to me.
I gathered myself together, dressed, wore black socks and covered them by wearing my trousers lower than usual.
Don't buy nylon white socks for other people - please please please.
Happy Easter - treat yourself today.
Always
Px & Ax
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