If I ever forget how small she is, I turn around
and look at her feet.
Her little flowered shoes and mismatched socks
remind me of her littleness.
She sits behind me and she fits there for now.
I know one day these shoes will be lost in the city
of shoe land where all my children's shoes seem
to go. They never stay around long. They dissappear
in the night or on a road trip or simply somewhere
in the big red van. Never to be seen again.
It's a reminder that she too is growing and every
new pair of shoes that I buy is one step closer
to her being big enough to one day walk
away and start her own family.
I hope these little flowered ones stay around
a while though..I love this stage of camping out,
hair a tangled mess, (thumb-sucking still) little girl
that is a joy and delight.
Yeah! I hope these shoes hang around a while.
Oh I would grab those little shoes...and tuck them away somewhere...I would so pull them out thru the years and just look at them.I wished I had kept more of my children's things.All grownup now..I can't get over that they are no longer little..that they are no longer needing me...that they are no longer wanting to climb in my lap...this hurts..I won't lie..I ache to hold them like when they were toddlers.
But now...I have their little ones to hold my hand when walking...to climb in my lap for cuddles..there is a part of them here in the little ones.I will smile and I will accept growing older..me and them.
Hugs Cindy from Rick-Rack and Gingham
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