That one may be a bit much.
Just had to tell a happy story - Bitty wanted cowboy boots. She wanted them bad. We had had a pair on loan from some friends because Stomper had to use them for a costume for a play he was in at school. They were way too big for Bitty but she'd slip them on and clomp around in them as long as I would let her. After I returned them to our friends I head many times from Bitty about her great desire for a pair of boots of her own. I assured her that I some point I would hunt down a pair at Kid to Kid or something, but truthfully (I didn't tell her this) I wasn't very excited to make repeat visits to the shop just to try to snatch a pair that may or may not be extremely well used already. Nor did I want to go buy new boots that she would grow out of in as big a hurry as she seems to be growing out of everything else these days.
The very next week I dragged the girls along with me to Stomper's martial arts class where we sit on the cold concrete floor outside his classroom and try to get Bitty to do homework while we wait. (This is the same location as the infamous toy-grabbing-claw-game thing. What ARE those things called?) After telling the girls 11 times that would not be giving them any quarters to play the claw game, we settled down for the hour and happened to be right next to another mom and son who were doing the same thing we were. We exchanged meaningful glances and laughed together over funny comments our kids made and eventually introduced ourselves. Well, just as the big boys were getting out of the class and we all started heading home, she pulled me aside and said, "I know this is weird, but I have these shoes I am trying to find a good home for. I just don't feel like taking them to the D.I." Any guesses as to what was in the bag? Yes, a gorgeous pair of black suede and brown leather kids cowboy boots, just barely too big for Bitty.
Thank you, Universe! (And also nice lady Amy.)
2 comments:
That is a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing. Somebody loves Bitty (and you.)
Wow, that's a cool story. The next time you have a rough day and and question how you're doing . . . remember that the universe recognized you being an awesome parent, and in response hooked you and Bitty up with some killer sweet boots.
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