How the SockKids Came About by Author Michael John Sullivan

This post was contributed by Michael John Sullivan, the Author of The SockKids Meet Lincoln.  You can read the review of The Sock Kids Meet Lincoln and enter the Giveaway here.




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That November night was an evening like so many others, cold and dreary.  It would end up being extraordinary.

My two daughters, separated by four years and divided on so many subjects, were in perfect disharmony again over another silly issue. One daughter wanted the window down for some fresh air while the other demanded more heat.

I kept my cool for the initial spurt of acrimonious words, offering a compromise by lowering the window halfway. I was more determined to keep my eyes focused straight ahead as our little car navigated the tricky curves of the Southern State Parkway along the south shore of Long Island.

“I’m cold, Daddy,” one daughter said, mechanically pushing the window up, igniting a fierce retaliatory response from my other daughter in the front passenger seat.

“No!” was her reply.

The window slid up and down several times, distracting me as I drove in the left lane.

“Stop!” I finally shouted.

It momentarily quelled the battle. A few seconds later, I heard the window slide down. And up. And down. And up.

By now, rush hour traffic was all around me as I headed back east to go home. I had enough. I reached over to push a button to give me control of the window. I took my eye off the car in the middle lane next to me and in that split second he crossed in front of me.

I stopped short and my left tire hit the narrow barrier. The car bounced up and down like a rubber ball, then spun around 360 degrees. It felt like we were in slow motion. I felt a momentary sense of relief as I could feel two tires in the back settle down. Yet, we spun around again 360 degrees. I remember thinking, “Oh my God, I’m going to hit someone and hurt them. Oh my God.”

It’s safe to say now during this brief moment I was preparing myself to die so I let my body relax. But it was only for a second or two. I fought to regain control of the bouncing car and steered it away from traffic and into the median on the left. The car darted off the highway and into brush, speeding toward a group of trees as I pressed hard on the brake.

My oldest turned around and said to her sister, “I love you.”

She then said to me, “I love you, Daddy.”

I kept pressing on the brake as the brush and branches scraped and battered the frame of the car. We came skidding to a stop, banging into a tree. The car was smashed in but we were unharmed. I made sure everyone was fine and sat there for a few minutes. I got back on the highway and drove home – in silence. No one asked to put the window up or down.

I walked in silence and went upstairs, turned off the bedroom light, laid down, and cried. Some tears were from fear, fear that I could have been the reason why my daughters never got to live through their childhoods. There were tears of joy, thankful for this “miracle.” There were tears of gratitude, too. I was grateful that I would have more days and memories with my daughters.

Grateful. Grateful to still be here and able to hug and tell my daughters, “I love you.”

I reflected back on that night many times and wondered what have I done wrong that these two beautiful people in my life can’t see how terrific their relationship can be. Sisters and brothers should always have great friendships.

I spoke about that moment a couple of years later during supper on a hot summer day. We were sitting down at a barbeque when I began my reflection, remembering the instant my oldest told my youngest, she loved her.

Perhaps embarrassed, both of them diverted my thoughts again, this time making fun of my socks, mismatched as they were on this August afternoon. We started to laugh. Then another miracle happened. I saw some sighs from my daughters that they were actually enjoying each other’s company – at my expense.

I was fine with this situation. I let them tease me some more. I gave them a big grin. Then I started thinking. Wait. Where do my missing socks go? What happens to them? Are they runaway socks? Do they seek other humans’ feet to warm? Could they time travel?

The laughter continued while my mind raced. While ideas were percolating, I still never left this sweet moment, relishing the smiles on their faces.

They were inspiring me.

Both of my daughters.


I started to draw up the concept inside my head. The excitement was building that I had something special to share with adults and children.

I looked down at my socks for a brief moment and whispered, “thank you.”

I waited for the laughter to die down before I gave them both my gratitude.

They looked at each other.

“Why?” asked my youngest.

“For showing me that remembering a tough moment can lead to a special one.”

On August 6th of every year, I wear mismatched socks to celebrate our extraordinary day.

I hope they notice.




Michael John Sullivan is the Author of the SockKids Meet Lincoln.  He has spent the better part of the last two decades raising his daughters while working at home.  For more information on the SockKids, you can take a look at their website.  For a review on the SockKids Meet Lincoln or to enter the giveaway, please visit my blog here.


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  1. That is such a cute story. I’ve actually never heard of the sock kids before so I’m happy I came over here today. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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  2. I was actually riveted reading this post. Wonderful. Of course now I need to find out about the books.
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  3. Thanks for being a co-host Come and share your blog We Start Mondays Together”!!
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  4. I had never heard of Sock Kids before. Thank you for sharing!!! This was a great story!!
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  5. Thanks so much for your kind words. I hope you enjoy our first book. We are close to publishing our second in the series. Many more books to come!

  6. That is a powerful story. It reminds me of how my mom would worn us of an accident when we would bicker in the car. It is also a good example of why you should also have an idea notebook with you at all times.
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    • Yes you are absolutely right.

      I was also in a 360 out of control turn once in graduate school. It was on the Mass pike if you would believe that. Not a scratch. I know I wasn’t meant to die that day, because I should have.
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      • My goodness. I’m glad you are here to tell your story, Lisa.
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      • Yeah, me to. It is really scary when something like that happens. At the time I was not religious. However, the experience left me thinking – why I was still alive.

        Anyway, I could relate to your story in some ways.

        Like Ann said, I needed a notebook.

        I must say that I was really impacted by your story. It got me thinking about all the arguments and yelling that happens in my car. Many of the arguments surrounding the window.

        It’s a window, sheesh.

        Then, I thought about that day. However, unlike you – I didn’t have kids.

        I really appreciate that you took the time to share your story on my blog!
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  7. Ann, that is a great idea. Thanks for sharing that thought.
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  8. I can say I certainly learned a lesson after that night. I am grateful we are still here today to make more wonderful memories.
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