True story.....Very soon after bringing Eva home I went to a baby shower. The expectant mom must have received about 20 pairs of little shoes. At the end of the shower they lined them up and took a picture. One time in my life I would have smiled and ahhhhed but that day I almost cried. I thought of my daughter who got her first pair of shoes at age 2 1/2 and her little legs and feet with the many scars and missing toenails. This is how my life is tainted. I see everything differently.
I remember seeing her little feet for the first time and kissing them over and over again. I still kiss them. They represent a world so unlike ours. To me they represent strength, courage, wisdom....
I want my daughter to never be ashamed of her feet. They are a part of her and they are beautiful.
My Mom, who grew up poor on the lower east side of Manhattan, used to always say, I once complained that I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet. (my Mom is very wise)That never held as much truth as it does now! Thanks Mom!!