She walked into the big bright store,
All wide eyed and all of four.
She looked around and then
to the brightest section she could see.
An array of colors,
And silver and gold
Shiny and strappy
heels and flats.
” I want” she said to the salesman
Who grinned at me and then told her
“You have baby feet. You need tiny shoes”
She looked at her feet and then picked out one blingy pair of heels.
“I want”, she said. Looking at me with big eyes.
And then she turned to the shoes
and said- “I want them all. So pleetty!”
Kids section first floor , ma’am.
The salesman said.
I took her there and she asked
” Can I have them all?”
And picked out a blingy pair of shoes, a size too big
“I want shoes, mamma. I don’t want the doll.”
They didn’t have it in her size. We bought in any way.
I couldn’t believe she changed her mind
and wanted shoes as a gift for her birthday
She wore a year later
when she turned five.
It finally fit. Those golden blingy shoes.
For every occasion since, we’ve bought the shoes first and then a dress to go with that. As we walked out of the store that day, she grinned at me – “I cant wait to glow (grow) big and wear all those shoes. ” Well, that’s been added to the every growing list of growing up goals- become a story teller, wear lots of shoes, buy a Harley at 18 go to Disneyland, and go “under the sea” to see Australia’s great barrier reef… etc.
My little girl has her priorities right.
Writing as a part of team Blue Lagoon on the prompt Tiny Shoes.