Thursday, May 31, 2012

Beautiful Feet

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!!