Mother’s Day is bittersweet for me since my mother passed away. Most years, I hid under the covers praying for the day to end. Last year, I decided I would begin a new tradition by doing something to honor my mom on Mother’s Day. So I decided this year I would do a blog post dedicated to my mom. When I think about my mom and shoes, I can’t help but think about the many times she saw my shoes and remarked “I don’t know how you can wear those things.” You see, since I discovered heels my average heel has ranged from 3-4 inches easily. Frankly, they are not shoes my mother would ever wear even in her younger years. It’s not that she did not appreciate shoes and looking good. She certainly did. But, as she got older her shoes tended to be more on the sensible side. Honestly, if the heels were more than an inch and a half I would be shocked.
One of my girlfriends and I often discuss the many ways that we are turning into old black ladies aka our mothers. One of those conversations turned to our mothers and ordering shoes from catalogs with them. We had a really good laugh because lets just say it can be a process. Anyways, it got me to thinking and I started to peruse the shoes in my closet and chuckled to myself because in so many ways I am my mother’s daughter. But you would never know that by looking at my shoes. So today, while I honor the many ways I am my mother’s daughter, I will also spend some time thinking about how my shoes are not mother’s shoes and she wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, I think she would be happy never to have had her feet don 4-inch heels.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom in heaven!