Although I enjoyed the other two entries, I will admit that morganna's really stole my heart.
I had a foot problem when I was small. When I was four, the doctors thought perhaps it could be corrected by making me wear heavy leather shoes with steel shanks in the sole. They hurt, and all the other little girls wore pretty shoes. The shoes didn't even cure the problem.
Then my mom took me to a new doctor. He said, "The best thing would be to let her go barefoot. Since we can't do that all the time, just buy the shoes she wants."
We went straight to the shoe store. My mom said, "You can pick out whatever shoes you want." I looked around that brightly lit store, full to the ceiling of beautiful shoes, and I cried from joy.
Then my mom took me to a new doctor. He said, "The best thing would be to let her go barefoot. Since we can't do that all the time, just buy the shoes she wants."
We went straight to the shoe store. My mom said, "You can pick out whatever shoes you want." I looked around that brightly lit store, full to the ceiling of beautiful shoes, and I cried from joy.
On a personal chord; I know exactly what you were feeling in those early days of being a girl. I was born with two club feet, one slightly and the other fully. I had to wear special shoes, then received the same prescription only I was not to ever wear heals.
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Thanks, Heather!! I cannot wait to see what the shoes trio drums up for people.. (:
I had a foot problem when I was small. When I was four, the doctors thought perhaps it could be corrected by making me wear heavy leather shoes with steel shanks in the sole. They hurt, and all the other little girls wore pretty shoes. The shoes didn't even cure the problem.
Then my mom took me to a new doctor. He said, "The best thing would be to let her go barefoot. Since we can't do that all the time, just buy the shoes she wants."
We went straight to the shoe store. My mom said, "You can pick out whatever shoes you want." I looked around that brightly lit store, full to the ceiling of beautiful shoes, and I cried from joy.
Those toes
were so chubby
and he teetered on them
as he took little steps
then fell
and got up to take more
try and try again
Those toes
grew and grew
they ran
they fell and ran again
they kicked at balls
they took him where
he wanted to go
and back again
They carried him through
the rough times
and the smooth
The stumbles
and the glides
and he grew and grew
Those toes
fit perfectly in the slick
new business shoes
as he stepped into his
new business office
and sat at his
new business desk
to take care of those
little toes
waiting for him
back at home
Here's a memory that makes me chuckle. All of the family shoes were lined up as usual by the door. My wiseguy 6 year old had to say in front of "company," "Wow Mom! Your feet look HUGE compared to the baby's!"
Thanks, Heather. I've been told that they never prescribe the steel soled shoes for children anymore. No heels for me, either, I'd sprain my ankle!
Oh...me too. No heals or even fancy shoes. My feet in them are like a fish out of water :)
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