More on Shoes

I hear a little, 12 year old voice wandering around the house, “Can I borrow some shoes?”

“Do you have any shoes I can wear?”

“Please sir. Might you have a pair of shoes for my poor, tired feet?”

The youngest girl has no shoes. Didn’t we go through this like….last week?

Apparently her feet grew overnight because I am almost positive she was wearing shoes yesterday.

But none of her four sisters wants to loan her anything. Between you and me, she doesn’t take the best care of her wardrobe. She has the opposite of the Midas touch. Things turn to dust when she uses them. Her last shoes (you remember, the ones from yesterday) are so scratched and scuffed that you can’t tell their original color.

So I went into my closet and pulled out a pair of shoes for her to wear.

“Be careful with them,” I said uselessly, “these were expensive.”

“Oh thank you Mommy!” she exclaimed.

So I drew her to me with a hug and I said, “I will get you some shoes tomorrow, but I need for you to stop growing. It is too hard on my pocketbook.”

She gave me the look of ,”What in the world are you talking about crazy momma?”

She has no idea what a pocketbook is.

“You know, it’s like a little handbag.”

Blank stare.

“A purse-ish wallet.”

She smiled and walked away….tolerating my un-cool phrases and antique words.

It makes me sad.

The last girl is growing up.

My language skills are circa 1972.

I need a good cry.

Does anyone have a handkerchief?

This will be re-posted on me second blog.