Sit down gently, I told myself. Forget the dishes in the sink, the clothes in the washer, and the floors need to be swept, vacuumed, mopped and waxed. Forget rain falling outside and the humidity in the air on this warm day. You are going to brace yourself and go to the shoe sale you just read about in the local advertising.
Remember the fantasy of prince charming in The Cinderella Story? He would sweep you off your feet and the glass slipper you dropped that night would be lost forever as he carried you to a waiting carriage. (Oh, sure Cinderella found her shoe! But now we’re all grown up and know the story never really ended. It only began with her looking for the other shoe).
This just may be the mindset that led you to begin your journey on finding the right shoe. The one your friends agree started the reality of life, the day you all began, subconsciously, of course, of wanting to live that fantasy life, and believing it could begin with something as simple as finding the right shoe, the perfect fit, and just as a story begins it has to end. Yet I believe you’ll find we have many things in common as you read about my own journey of trying to find that other shoe.
You have searched for days, weeks, months, and maybe years buying shoes until you have so many you don’t want to part with them? Have you ever found one to take to the thrift store, but can’t find the match? Do you remember the shoe in the fairy tale was dropped? Is that a familiar feeling of us holding onto one shoe hoping the other one will appear in time under the bed? We never had the middle of the story of Cinderella’s life. Did she have children? Did she have to stay up with them all night as they cried and she just couldn’t understand why? Did she have to have a meal on the table each night as her prince returned home. Did she have to send her children to school and help them with homework as she balanced the new baby on her knee?
Is finding the perfect shoe a solution so embedded in our minds we will continue to silently, almost secretly, search for days, weeks, months, and maybe years until we find the shoe that fits? We have paraded desperately through life, filling our closet with shoes! We have shopped in rain, sleet, and snow! We have gone in a store to buy one pair and have left with a dozen.
How old were you when you fell in love with shoes? I was young enough to sneak into my mother’s closet wearing them as I clumped around the house in a grown up way!
Just the other day I was shopping with my twelve year old granddaughter for shoes. She owns least two dozen pair, more than I had for an entire year!
“Oh! Come look at the sale rack honey!” I said excitedly.
“Nana, they are just not my style! I know the ones I want!”
“No, I’ll just wait until school shoes are on the shelves.” Gee, she says this so casually and I realize she will never know what it was like for me as a little girl who owned two pair of shoes a year.
Even though I want more than anything for her to understand what it was like for me in those days of owning 2 pair of shoes a year, and that it was only when I had my first job that I was able to buy my own shoes! I realize it’s okay. That’s the way life is, we never really know the different lives our parent’s had compared to ours.
If you love shoes, as I do, you might ask yourself as you try to find that special pair for your granddaughter to wear with a new outfit. Just remember you can still go to the sale racks, and if the shoe fits….Is it on sale?
Later you find yourself looking at the photo of her posing with her dad as they prepare to attend the school’s father / daughter dance, smiling as the love between them fills your heart with joy, You ask yourself, is this is my little Cinderella? This is the time of her life where she can still dream. And I wonder if the day will come when she says,
“Nana! I found a pair of shoes I love! And they are on sale!” Now, that’s my girl.