Letting go

Well it is no surprise I am getting old. I find that I wake up everyday and look in the mirror and see new wrinkles (which don't bother me at all, really they don't) and then if I happen to turn around in the mirror I always think who's bum is that and where did it come from. I could go on about all my old complaints but I won't, I am already back at the gym and I will have my bum back soon.
I was just thinking today how I don't let somethings bother me like they used to. Do I really not care about these things or am I just getting older and realized that it is not important enough to stress about it.
For example, today Wyatt was walking out the door for school. I always make sure my kids have clean clothes and hair done before they leave. Today I noticed when we walked out to the car that Wyatt had one ankle sock and one bootie sock on. Now my first thought was you are kidding me right?! Then I thought, does it really matter to me if he wants to look like that at school? It had to feel awkward but if he didn't care why should I. Maybe it is a new trend that I am not aware of and he is really going to school being the cool kid. So I let it go. I didn't give it another thought except the thought of knowing Wyatt was the coolest kid at school with those socks on.
It is not everyday that I am this stress free and easy going about this stuff. I still have some days where I have to have things my way. I guess it is just nice when I don't have to make it a concious thought to not worry about the little thing and it just happens. I like to think that getting older is making me more patient and maybe a little wiser.