I cried buying shoes for my son the other day. I was standing there in the department store looking at the display of sandals and spring shoes and the tears welled up and rolled down my face. There was nothing I could do but let it happen, I needed to have that cry as I bought shoes for my boy.
Let me explain.
In September I bought new shoes for my boys. Calvin wanted high top basketball shoes with laces. I agreed, he loved those shoes. He wore them constantly even on the hottest days of fall, he took the time to tie and untie them and gave up wearing his sandals all together. Then winter came and the runners went away and the snow boots came out. They made an occasional appearance for cub meetings and such but really, in much of Canada in the winter it is all boots all the time. We pulled the much coveted high tops back out last week and he was excited to see them again. He talked about his love for his shoes and how they made run faster and jump higher. He wore them one day and then commented the next day that they he needed new shoes. I said don't be silly and had him put them on again. He and I had a few arguments back and forth about them and he kept saying they were old and dumb and he needed new shoes. He would not wear them and went to school in his rubber boots for a few days.
I was at a bit of a loss as to why the coveted shoes sucked so badly all of a sudden and then the penny dropped...
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4 comments:
It is really unfair. Our kids should get a "buy" on everything else, since they have already been handed so much crappiness to deal with.
*hugs* I agree with Corey. It is beyond not fair.
I third what Corey said. I am glad however to read that you got a diagnosis finally - I must have missed reading that along the way. WHile I am not happy he has Arthritis, I am happy that you finally got answers and there was no more wondering or worrying if the pain was real and that hopefully the medications can ease his pain.
Oh I completely understand - it's not just the bitter unfairness for him, since he's already put in his pound of flesh & deserves a little joy, especially a little-boy's-joy in-hightops form, it's also that you can't make it right. We do all we can, we'd saw off our arms for them, but sometimes it is NOT ENOUGH. To oversimplify, that just STINKS.
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