My Em’ loves shoes. All shoes. Mine, her’s, her Daddy’s. High heels, flip flops, boots, and sandals. She even likes to make sure that you have shoes.
It is almost amazing how good she is at it. These wedges are pretty tall – she walked up and down the hall way listening to the sound they made.
Right now, it is comical. Her little feet in my big ol’ shoes, clunking her way around, looking up every so often to laugh as she is very pleased with herself.
One day, she will fill my shoes.
I had my first daughter when I was 20. Until that time, I was a typical 20 year old – thought I had all the answers. When I looked at that little pink blanket, I realized I had none.
What I did know was the same thing that every good parent realizes very early in life of their child – I wanted better for her than I ever had. I wanted her to be a better woman. How do I do that? By becoming a better woman myself.
Three more babies later, I still wonder sometimes if I know what I am doing. I think as parents we all ask ourselves many of the same things. Many of us envision a futuristic Dr. Phil show where that one time we picked them up late from ball practice will be thrown in our face. You worry yourself to death thinking about those kinds of things – so I quit.
Instead, I see all the things about each of them that makes them so special. I try to learn those things and help them develop them. They have such wonderful hearts – often I feel it’s not fair that I learn so much more from them than they learn from me.
But I will continue to attempt to give them shoes to fill.