When the wee ones went to kindergarten, I was ok with it. I wasn’t one of the moms who cried at dropoff and felt like there was the end of an era. It was when Mister Man turned 7 that I felt like he was really changing and that his childhood was escaping me. I look at them – at 8 and 10 now – and they’re so grown up, but at the same times, they’re still my sweet, innocent kids.
I wasn’t fazed by Mister Man turning ten this year. Yes, it’s double digits, but it doesn’t seem that different from where he was at already. There have been so many milestones they’ve passed already, but most of them seem like molehills to me. Maybe I’m in denial, or maybe I’m just too even-keel. After all, turning 30 didn’t bother me either.
But then there was this:
Little Miss’s feet have suddenly grown. She was wearing a 12 1/2 or 13, and now she is suddenly a solid 1 (we also measured her today, and she’s grown again – a little over 51 inches as of this morning). Her school shoes fit her, but as it grew colder in Chicago, she couldn’t wear her sandals to church anymore.
She and I headed out to find some new dress shoes. And apparently all the dress shoes for little girls – and a size 1 is a little girl in my mind no matter what you say – have a heel to them. There are no more cute little patent leather Mary Jane flats. These even have a little glitter on the heel but were the only ones that were comfortable for her.
My 8 year old wears heels. That, to me, is the eye opener that she’s really and truly growing up. Every time she puts them on, it makes me just a little bit sad but yet still oh so proud of the girl she’s become.