Published on June 21st, 2017 | by voxx0
When I see a shoe lying around, I always wonder how it got there. It was always a case of how can somebody possibly lose a shoe? Did that shoe have a story – who did it belong to? How did the owner make it home?
I’ve finally found out the answer. With age brings great wisdom. With toddler brings even greater wisdom. A parent owned that shoe.
I had my rather glamorous, second-hand flat pumps by my side as I relaxed in the sunshine after taking my little boy to Hubbard’s Hills. It was beautiful, he picked me some flowers, we bought ice-cream, and I didn’t even mind when he managed to smudge more into his car seat than even passed his lips… The sunshine makes everything beautiful. It brings with it nature, new life, and smiling strangers. All of which are far too rare.
Diego started to giggle. That mischievous sound made me sit up immediately. Panic hammering through my head. I love my little boy more than anything in the world, but that particular giggle usually results in toddler drama. Not surprisingly, here it was, the predicted picture – Diego running across the field, towards the river, with my pump.
I jumped up and ran. For a little person who I usually have to walk at 2mph with when doing the shopping, it dawned on me that I couldn’t actually catch up with him.
So there it went. With a face full of pride, and a voice full of laughter, he threw my shoe into the water. With a great big plod.
I didn’t manage to tell him off as I listened to his little laugh and joined in with him. I can’t imagine how uninteresting my life must have been before I had a son.
- Boneata Bell