In Her Shoes

It's official - Ana has inherited my love of shoes. Clue #1: We can't be in the shoe section of a store without her instantly kicking off her own, pointing at new ones, and declaring "I try!" Clue #2: Her need to say "bye-bye" to all the shoes in our path whenever we're leaving the house.

Know what? I couldn't be happier :). In fact, I'm oddly proud of it. Superficial? Maybe. Meaningless? Not at all. Since Ana was born I have daydreamt and often wondered what we will be like together when she gets older. I prefer to skip past the pre-teen and teen years where she will likely despise and blame me for everything and look beyond that. I wonder what we will be like when she becomes a grown woman. Will we have anything in common? Will she call me everyday and come visit me several times a week? Will she like me??? It sounds so trivial, I know. But I can't help but wonder. I hope and pray that I do a good enough job at being her mother that any damage I do along the way is forgivable. I hope I'm living my life in a way that she will be able to look up to and admire in any sense. But do I know what we'll be like together that far into the future? Nope. I can't possibly. What I do know now though is that, despite her Daddy's best efforts, no matter what we go through in our time together, my little girl and I will at least have one thing in common - our love of shoes. And, for whatever reason, that makes me very comfortably happy.

*This post is entered in May's Write-Away Contest over at Scribbit.  Here's to hoping we just may win!