The love that surpasses all others… shoes
March 29, 2007
There are times when I look at my daughter and worry that she is going to turn out just like me. That I am going to somehow hand down all my neurosis and insecurities to her, just by virtue of being her mother. I worry about her in a way that I don’t worry about my sons.
But then there are times that I realize she is turning out just like me, and that it is okay. In fact, it is more than okay. It makes me want to scoop her up and plant kisses all over her until she pushes me away.
Yesterday she was tidying up her room. She had lined all of her shoes up and called me into her bedroom. When I came into her room she was standing there with her hands on her hips. She gestured with her right arm towards the shoes in a sweeping motion.
“Look at my shoes!” she said.
“I see them! You did a great job organizing them.” I replied, a little confused by her seeming annoyance.
“Do you see that I don’t have sneakers? I NEED sneakers. With laces.”
She was right.
And I knew exactly how she felt.
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