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Her Shoes…

Anyone who knows me, also knows I can’t stand a mess. I was just telling a friend today, it’s not because I’m uber motivated, it’s simply because I’ve learned to “harness” my neurosis by having a consistently tidy house. I thrive on predictability and order, but rather than nag at my daughter to continually clean up after herself, I help her out. Every now and then, rather than asking her to pick up her clothes, I’ll pick up her dirty socks, I’ll hang her towel on the hook, or I’ll pick up her shoes from the middle of the living room floor. However, it hit me like a ton of bricks today…one day, not long from now, her shoes won’t be there anymore. She’ll be grown and on her own. This temporary time with her won’t last forever. I knew it wouldn’t, but as I bent down to pick up her sneakers today, it was crystal clear. One day she’s falling asleep on my shoulder, the next thing I know I’m picking up her shoes (which are bigger than mine now), and some day, sooner than I like to admit, her dirty socks won’t be balled up under her bed, her towel won’t be tossed onto the floor, and those adorable shoes will be gone. . .or at least on a floor of her own. I encourage you to look at the next “task” you complete for your child as a memory you might cherish one day, rather than an inconvenient chore. I took this picture as a reminder to be grateful for…her shoes.

Tammy Bentzinger - December 1, 2010 - 2:00 pm

Oh, Erica! I love this…this could so be your journaling for your first scrapbook page – or life art as I like to call it. :)

admin - December 15, 2010 - 8:51 am

Thank you, Tammy. I think I wrote this blog post as a reminder to myself, hoping others would appreciate those little “chores” while they’re lucky enough to have them.
By the way, only someone like you could make a shoe picture interesting enough to archive. :)

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