She asked for a pair of Daddy’s socks because she wanted to make a sock-girl. And he had just the pair for her.
He slipped into the bedroom, to find labor-weary socks with threadbare gray toes and cotton pilling.
The socks had been washed and dried and pulled up the calves of a farmer 500 times … or more? Who counts these things? They had traveled from home to dusty pickup to smelly hog barn to tractor and back again — hoarding dirt and miles.
They had rightfully earned retirement, a place in the rag bag hiding under the laundry sink.
But these were the socks the father handed the daughter.
She made her craft — a resurrected sock with a face and a name: Toe-ni. Because socks have toes, of course!
And she asked, “Mom, can I tell about Toe-ni on your blog?”
And how do you say no to a girl who just wants to tell her story?
And I’m so very glad she’s telling her story here.
May I introduce you to Miss Lydia Lee, age 8?
Photo: Lydia dressed up as a news reporter for Halloween.
How To Make a Person by Lydia Lee
I named her Toe-ni. I made her from my Dad’s old socks.
I made her hair out of yarn. Drew a brain, cut it out, put it inside her head. I used old plastic bags from Mom’s drawer by the kitchen sink, and stuffed the sock full.
I glued googly eyes that move when you shake her, and I taped yarn at her sides for arms.
But my favorite thing I made was the heart.
I drew a heart, colored it red, cut it out and stuck it in one of the bags inside her fragile body.
This is kind of like how God makes us. Aren’t we something out of nothing?
It was like God made us hair,
so our heads would be warm.
He made us a brain,
so we could think.
He gave us eyes,
so we could see.
God gave us arms,
so we could hold things.
But most importantly he gave us a heart, a heart so we could love.
But I know it would take WAY longer to make a real person than it took to make Toe-ni.
Thank you, Lydia, for joining us at Getting Down With Jesus today. I’m so glad that God took the time to make you — and I’m so glad He gave you to us.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” — Psalm 139:13-14