It's a school ritual.
New shoes.
I think I was more excited than he was. Shoes! I would get to hangout in the shoe aisle and glance (just glance) at the clearance shoes. Oh how I love shoes. Oh how he hate shoes (I wonder if he is really our child as mu husband and I both have an fondness for shoes!)
"Mommy why are there so many more girls shoes?"
Hahahaha, because we love them honey!
We measure his feet on the little mat and I gasp! 13! Thirteen! 1-3 T-H-I-R-T-E-E-N?!?!?! How can that be!? Thirteen is the largest size in the little feet section. How can my first baby wear a size 13 already! More importantly how has he been wearing size 9 Keens all summer?
(I'll spare you the drama in the details of actually finding said shoes)
He stands on our porch for the traditional first day picture. He is so excited. I am so proud. First grade. I was excited for him. The kids loves school I love the order an calmness that comes from school it's a win win. I was worried there was something wrong with me that I wasn't near tears, not sad at all with this milestone. I was puffed up and proud of my big boy so exited to learn.
Than I saw the shoes and I got a little choked up.
These are no longer my babies feet.
These are the feet of a boy
It only lasted a second (we were late of course!) and I thought as I drove (as I often do) oh where did the time go! Where are those pudgy baby feet. The truth is I wasn't sad. He is a really awesome boy. I love the conversations we have and the observations he makes. I love the person he is becoming. I won't mourn those adorable baby feet, because there still there, just in bigger shoes.
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Simply loving bigger shoes, that’s my Simple Moment, Bigger Picture this week. What’s yours?
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