1 year, 4 months.
As I was working on the dishes in the kitchen, I heard Mommy calling me over from the bathtub in our bathroom, “Nick, come quick! And can you bring your camera?”
I entered our bathroom to find you stepping out of our walk-in closet, with a serious look on your face, as you carefully took each step while wearing a pair of Mommy’s shoes.
To be clear, you weren’t doing this to try to be funny in an ironic way. No; instead, you had simply taken it upon yourself to be like Mommy. Why shouldn’t you be able to wear Mommy’s shoes and walk around just like she does?
It never crossed your mind that her shoes are a much larger size than yours are. Nor did it matter.
You just kept strutting back and forth across the bathroom floor, while your family watched in amazement.
Yes, I have to say, it was quite impressive seeing you move in those shoes!
I don’t remember you falling, even once. Nor did you smile or laugh, even once.
Please know that Mommy, your brother Jack, and I were all laughing the entire time. You were unfazed.
Shoes are a big deal to you. It’s actually part of our daily routine that you walk to the shoe closet in the living room each morning and tap on the door, then you do a signature grunt which translates as, “Daddy, aren’t you going to open the door? I have to put my shoes on.”
Without fail, you always attempt to put the shoes on yourself, first. You sincerely struggle to figure out why they won’t just magically slip on, as you place them upside down on the soles of your feet.
Yeah, you love shoes. Who cares if they’re really Mommy’s? You’ve now proven that won’t hold you back.