A Sock Monkey Winter
It’s a “Sock Monkey” winter at our house this year! My almost-two-year-old son received this darling knit hat from his Granny for Christmas. Prior to this, my son refused to wear a hat which limited our time playing in the snow. I tried to coax him in many creative and humorous ways but to no avail. I would act goofy wearing my own hat. I offered to let him wear my hat. I tried bribery. I did all but stand on top of my head to convince him that wearing a hat was fun. He was not interested, period. Then along came the “Sock Monkey” hat!
To say that my son loves this hat would be an understatement. He adores this hat. He puts the hat on all by himself. He even wears the hat indoors! This hat is magical, I declare! His enthusiasm led me to learn more about this crazy looking, red-mouthed monkey, called “Sock Monkey.”
Did you know that the Sock Monkey is considered American folk art? Crafty American began making this unusual creature out of socks over 60 years ago. But not just any sock. They used the now patented Red Heel work sock by the Nelson Knitting Mills in Rockford, Illinois. The town in fact is still known as “The Home of the Sock Monkey.” The town even hosts an annual “Sock Monkey Madness Festival.” This coming March will be their 9th festival.
Although Fox River Mills has taken over the Nelson Knitting Mills, you can still make a classic sock monkey from their patented Rockford Red Heel® socks. Fox River even has the instructions on their website. I’ve caught the fever myself and hope to make my son a classic Rockford Red Heel sock monkey soon. Who would have ever thought that the creation of a simple work sock would lead to so many adorable little toys for children? I’ve read that these sock monkeys were first created during the Great Depression. This confirms what my mother has always told me. “Necessity breeds creativity.”
In the Bible, 2 Samuel 13, one of David’s sons is very sinful. David, himself can trace the sins of his children to his own misconduct. This scares the you know what out of me. I have a son, 21 months old. I have sinned a great deal in my past. I repented. I have been forgiven. But will my past affect my son’s future? Oh, Lord in Heaven above, please say it isn’t so. Surely, my son will not follow in my footsteps. Surely, and with the help of the Lord, I can show him the consequences of my mistakes so that he might make better choices. I don’t want him to suffer the way that I did. I want him to have a peaceful and blessed life, all of his days.
I was studying the Bible this morning when I came across this issue and it is very worrisome to me. I pray God will open my eyes on this subject so that I might be assured there is hope for my son. Does anyone else have anything to add here? Please comment if so.
*****UPDATE: I truly believe that God has forgiven me of my past sins and has blessed me with a new beginning. Knowing this and having faith that God knows exactly what I need, I look forward to a blessed future with my son. God bless all those who happen to read these words.
As we fast approach the holidays, Thanksgiving Day will be here first. This is a day which reminds me to count all my blessings. Although I try to be mindful of all my blessings each day, the hustle and bustle of routines and deadlines interfere with this thought process. I forget to take a moment and just reflect upon all I have, not material things but those things that tug at the heart-strings. One of those is my relationship with my mother.
My mom is my best friend. She is my son’s Mamaw, whom he adores! She has spent her entire life making sure I was well taken care of and continues to worry over me even though I am a grown woman, fully capable of caring for myself. I never understood the love she has for me until I became a mother. I thought I knew but, looking back, I didn’t have a clue. The love a mother has for her child is beyond description. It comes from the deepest part of the soul and is pure and beautiful in form. I am so thankful to have been blessed with the kind of mother who values family and God above all else. Material possessions come and go as easy as the wind. But the bonds and ties of a close-knit family endure a lifetime.
My mother has taught me how to be a mother to my son. She continues to teach me about what truly matters in life and I pray that I have her in my life as a teacher for many years to come.
I delivered my little miracle 16 months ago, but actually he delivered me. After having given up completely on becoming a mother, I was blessed at 39 years old when I gave birth to this precious baby boy. I have debated about a blog and decided that, yes, I want a permanent record of my mother/son experience. (Bragging might play a minute part as well). So, without any further ado, please give a great, big, warm welcome to My Little Miracle.
A Miracle from Heaven