me, the dog, and seth, looking down at our feet
Let me remind you that Rich and I already have three grown-up children. They are Jacob (21), Ethan (20), and Grace (18). They are out of state, in college. We also have two “middle aged” children David (16), and Caleb (13).
Seth and Sarah are the babies. Seth (9) and Sarah (8). babies.
I am fine with having grown up children. I’m okay with having the middle aged ones, too. But the babies I have to keep. They’re mine. They still get pulled onto my lap at least 2-5 times a week.
Last night it was time for football practice when out of the blue I got hit in the heart by a train. I had gone into the closet to get my shoes on when I looked down at shoes I had just bought for Seth. They looked strangely big next to mine. “No.” I thought. I lifted my bare foot and slipped it right into Seth’s shoe.
“Seth! Seth! Come here!” I called. For a moment it was funny and I knew baby boy would sure be surprised to have feet as big as mine.
But as soon as he walked toward me……I looked at his face…..his eyes looked into mine…..and I opened my mouth to say, “look!”…….when the tears came…..
“Seth! Look at my feet!”
He looked down, Sarah came running.
“Your shoes fit me! How do your shoes fit my feet! Seth! What’s happening! Seth!”
“Mom…….you’re crying,” he said gazing with wonder (and half a proud smile), at my face.
“Mom, don’t cry,” laughed Sarah.
I stood there, as they cheerfully comforted me as best they could.
“Mom, your feet are just small!”
“You’re still TALLER than me!”
“Your feet are still BIGGER THAN MINE!”
“Take it off. So you can stop fussing.” ~Seth
P.S. When he came home from football practice, he ran right over and sat on the couch next to me, making a big show out of taking off his cleats and socks, proudly lifting each foot, wriggling his toes, looking back and forth from his feet to my face, and making sure I was noticing his big feet and trying to get me to cry again.