Dani Stone

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Sock Puppets and Skill Sets


This weekend my daughter saw a sock puppet on an old episode of Blues Clues and immediately wanted to make one herself. I knew this would require my supervision because if left to her own devices, she would dance and prance around with a sewing needle and no one needs that kind of stress.

She was a very patient little seamstress and took great care in picking out the perfect button eyes. After I got them started and gave her a little instruction, she had a great time sewing them on, then giggled as I decided to cut up an old scarf to add hair.  After we were finished she hugged the puppet, named it, “Socka,” and walked away announcing over her shoulder, “it sure would be nice if Socka had a friend.” That child knows how to work me.

Sitting with all the socks, fabric and needles and feeling a spark of Martha Stewart (which, trust me, I NEVER feel) I decided I would create a sock life-partner for Socka.

As I was sewing and probably humming a merry little tune, ’cause that’s what you have to do when you sew, or haven’t you watched any Disney movies lately, my son walked in to the room.

Me: “Hey Buddy! Come here and help me sew on these buttons?”

J: *Barely looking up from his Nintendo DS* “Why would I want to do that?”

Me: “Well, honey, because it’s good for girls AND boys to learn how to do stuff like this. Some day you’ll be off at college or living on your own and what if you have to tell your friends that you can’t go out because you popped the button on your favorite shirt?”

J: “I’ll just wear another one and then come see you later and bring my shirt.”

Me: “Ha! What if I’m not here? What if I’m on a big international tour for that book I’m going to write about Katie’s brain-thing? I’m not always going to be right here, you know?”

J: “Right, or what if you’re dead? Then I’ll have to really learn how to do stuff.”

Such honesty and narcissism rolled in to one offhand comment. It struck me that my son cannot imagine me jet-setting, having an office outside the home or doing something that fulfills me in a creative way but he can imagine me dead and evidently THAT’S when he plans to tackle a few new skill sets.

After I promised him we could give the puppet a moustache, he agreed to help and was a button-sewing fool but this was a wake-up call. I’m raising completely dependent children. My son turns 10 next month and I fear he’ll be the kid in the college dorm who doesn’t cook, rarely changes his underwear and doesn’t comb his hair but can, “totally beat the challenging levels” on his video games.

I’ve got my work cut out for me, you know, before I die.

4 thoughts on “Sock Puppets and Skill Sets

  1. This is a cute post 🙂 Your daughter sounds adorable! Socka is, most certainly, the best name for a sock puppet.

    If it makes you feel any better, though, those video games and especially “the challenging levels” are actually quite good for him. I’ve taken a huge interest in Jane McGonigal lately for reasons that will be obvious if you check out this recent article:

    • Dustin, Ahhh, “eustress.” Good word. Sort of like how I feel when I can use a few TL and DW tiles together on WordFeud. 😉
      All things in moderation. I’ll remember that. But I’m still going to make him learn to sew buttons and make grilled cheese sandwiches. 😉

  2. Great Post!!! Socka an friend are AWESOME!!!!

  3. I freaking love you. And your weird, dependent, prancing, sewing, video gaming, dirty-underwear-wearing kids.

    You’re a good mama, you.

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