Sometimes, it’s the tiny things that save your sanity. And sometimes, it’s the most mundane tasks that are the most significant.
The year my daughter went to kindergarten, I spend days coaxing her around to the idea of shoes that were not pink, did not have sparkles, did not light up when she walked and do not come with cartoon characters plastered all over them.
It was not an easy sell. The only thing that got my dancing, running, skipping girl into those black leather shoes was the promise of the next stage – these are “Grown-Up shoes, for Big Girls.” Well that, and ice cream.
Those shoes have carried her through a truly formative year – one where she’s learned to read, what addition is, has made new friends, tested boundaries and discovered a whole new universe away from our sides. It’s been incredible, and sometimes scary, to watch her grow up and out of her first pair of sensible shoes.
And kicking them off for six weeks of thongs and sand shoes feels like exhaling. But then. Then. It’s the craziness of the summer break. What should be the most relaxing time of the year ends on a note of being anything but, as we gear up again for a year ahead. Another go at the great unknown.
Anything that can make those last weeks easier, as you spin from holiday mode back to survival mode, is a tiny gift of sanity. And sharing that is a tiny gift for a busy parent who’s trying to remember what size uniform hat they ordered in the last week of term and whether they’ve pressed ORDER on the right text book pack and is still hunting for the lunchbox that will meet the school’s non-negotiable plastic guidelines.
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You forgot Dr Martens. The hardest wearing shoes around. The leather gets better with age and good for feet.