In Her Shoes

Wed, 04/17/2013 - 08:18 -- devonr


United States
35° 4' 22.7136" N, 106° 37' 2.4312" W

Click clack. Click clack. Click clack. As I am running down the hall, Splat! My mom’s red high heels have failed me again. They are just too big for my little feet. Maybe when I am older my mom says. I don’t want to wait. I want to be like the older girls who wear make-up and drive cars. Mom says I will grow up soon and right now I should have fun being younger. When I grow up I am going to travel all over the world. I am going to go to college. And I will wear high heels like my mom does. I am going to have a big house and a handsome husband with two kids. I hope I can be at least half as great a mom to my kids as mine is to me. But I have some very big shoes to fill. She is generous, loving, understanding, unique, and creative. She always expresses her opinion in an eloquent way. When she speaks everyone listens. When others talk she is attentive. Hard to believe she was really my age once! Although she doesn’t believe in Mother’s day I celebrate it anyway. I make her a card, and maybe a gift. But I never buy her anything. Handmade gifts are better because they come straight from the heart. This is her point of view, which I must say I agree with. She knows her stuff. Even though I always tell her that I am right, I know secretly she knows best. Shhh! Don’t tell her. She helps me with my homework. She gives me great advice. She always acts generous. Even when she doesn’t want to be nice. She sets a great example. She knows me the best. And when I am in the dumps, she hands me those red stiletto pumps.


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