This morning I received an email from a male Social Work colleague. He sent me a story he thought I may appreciate and perhaps be able to find some solitude from. Regular readers will know of my advance in not sweating the small (or big) stuff and also my ongoing dilemmas about Boy wearing my shoes!!
Author Pauline Fraser
'Hi, today is stuff a bag day. Would you like one?' the clerk asked.
'You take a bag and stuff it with what ever you want and it's only $3. Best deal in town.'
'Okay, sounds great,' I said, despite the fact I hadn't planned on buying anything.
I took my six-year-old daughter's hand and we started to wander around. Suddenly there was a tug on my hand and my attention was being directed to the shoe section. She shares my weakness for shoes, so we stopped for a minute to look. I let go of her hand and she reached out to touch a pair of shiny black shoes with a strap and silver buckle.
'Buy me?' she inquires.
'Oh, Sweetie, they are tap shoes. You aren't taking tap.'
She sits on the floor and removes her bright pink rain boots, with Barbie on the sides, and easily slides the new shoes on. A perfect fit. When she stands up she hears 'click.' She takes a step. Click, Click. Slowly recognition dawns, as she makes the connection between the shoes and her moving feet. Click, Click, Click.
'Buy me?' with a hopeful look in her eyes. Again, 'Buy me, peas?'
'Okay Sweetie, take them off and put them in the bag.'
'Excuse me dear. Is your daughter in tap this year?' 'No.' I replied.
'Well why on earth would you allow her to wear tap shoes, here, of all places? They make such a noise.'
'Just because she asked for them, doesn't mean you have to get them for her.'
'You don't understand,' I said.
'When she was a baby, we were told she would never walk or talk. It has taken a lot of hard work and patience but she asked for the shoes and the click, click, click says that she can walk.' My daughter, who is always on the move, is 18 now and will graduate from grade 12 in June. It has not always been easy, but it has all been worthwhile. She has taught me that it doesn't matter what others think. They don't walk in your shoes.
And just like the ladies in the purple hats*, sometimes you simply have to wear tap shoes to the grocery store - if for nothing else, just for the sheer joy of hearing the click, click, click.
* Ladies in purple hats are groups of women who have reached a certain age and now can allow themselves to enjoy life without fear of what others think.