This is relatively big considering I am 5'3. Walking home from daycare last week with my BOB stroller trying to cross the street, I lost a shoe. A beautiful powder blue, patent leather Butter ballet flat. A car swept by and ran over my shoe sending it twirling into traffic. I was sad for two reasons. One that I was in a Cinderella-state on a sidewalk covered in gum stains and Two, wait that was supposed to be Maika's shoe one day!
I am constantly daydreaming of my daughter inheriting my stuff. I get excited buying my own clothing now because I imagine how cool she will think her mom is. How she will have this endless closet to choose from and we will play dress up together. In reality, as Maika is currently in the 105%tile or something ridiculous for height, I am guessing she will be about 8 years old when she surpasses me in stature.
But back to my shoe.
So, standing on one leftover shoe I made it to Nine West and purchased a terribly impractical pair of wedge sandals and continued my walk home. The 3 mile stroll was topped off by a windy moment which caught my billowy sundress and lifted it up in a senior citizen Marilyn Monroe moment. Was it sexy and funny? Um, no. No it was not. It was in the midst of Columbia Heights in front of my local free clinic with a row of construction workers on their smoke break. I mean, I can't even make this stuff up.
Humiliated and feeling badly about my now postpartum saggy behind, I scurried the last few blocks home in my new shoes. Thirty four year old Chinese lady Moons Locals! I could just imagine the headlines.
I carried my BOB up my front steps and laugh-cried for a moment.
This is urban living. Can I handle this with my babe? Is it worth it to live walking distance from my grocery store, Target and some pretty good restaurants? I am not so sure anymore. I am not quite ready for a goat farm in upstate New York, but I am starting to wonder if I need more trees in my life...
Xo,
M
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