In My Shoes

I'm one of those rare women who only has around 6 pairs of shoes, and I only wear 3 pair with any regularity. Shoes are not my thing and they never have been. I blame my large size 10 feet. When I was younger, finding shoes in my size was a challenge so I grew a distaste for shoe shopping.

I started to appreciate shoes more when I worked in retail at Macy's; however, I developed drop foot in my right foot and that ended any love for shoes I might have developed. If I don't wear a shoe with a strap or laces, the shoe will fall off. Heels? Forget it. My foot can't point like it used to after I was forced to have a corrective surgery because my right foot was in a permanent Barbie™ doll position. So, shoes are not my thing.

Already my two-year-old, Ginny, has fallen in love with shoes. She is obsessed with shoes. She has been obsessed with them since she was 20 months old. How is this possible? How can such a small child be so enamored with shoes already. I don't understand.

I kept a box of her old shoes on the floor of her closet, saving them so her baby sister can wear them some day. Ginny found the shoes during nap time once. When I went to get her from her nap, she was surrounded by shoes. I thought it was a fluke and put them away. The next day, I found her sleeping with her shoes.

While I am one who loves to go barefoot at all times, my daughter will come to me and say, "Shoes?" She wants to wear the shoes. If she gets a new pair of shoes, her face lights up.

Not only does she love her shoes, she loves my shoes. Ginny loves to put them on and walk in them. She will even go into my bedroom and remove all my shoes to the living room so she can play in them.

It is quite cute and adorable when she walks around in my shoes. I am concerned, though, that her shoe obsession will spell trouble for me as she gets older.