Thirteen of Fifty-Two
Five children graced my life. They came as little bundles and soon baby feet filled baby shoes except one whose feet were too small for shoes and she left her twin brother and me before taking a breath. I was in such a hurry to teach the others to walk that I didn’t realize tiny hesitant steps would quickly evolve to a full run towards the future. It seems like yesterday my youngest daughter, while we were taking a hike, asked, “Will it be okay if you don’t hold my hand anymore?” It was still many years before she’d leave home, but she was already off to follow her dreams.
These little shoes don’t show how far my children have traveled, how many steps they have taken or the adversity they’ve faced, but I am honored to be their mother.