Dearest son was here for the weekend.
We dined out and at home,
chatted much, sipped white wine one day,
red the next,
...watched the Steelers.
Heavenly stuff to a Mama who misses him so.
I glanced down at his shoes yesterday, and was
shocked, appalled, dismayed at their condition...
Not just old and shabby,
but literally falling apart.
I expected to see newsprint poking out a-la Depression.
loved loves these shoes.
Had them resoled once.
Then couldn't a second time..
SHOULDN'T a second time..
in Mom's opinion anyway.
I have to beg my kids
to let me buy them anything.
Perhaps they fear that in old age I will descend upon them
if my funds run dry...
But I wheedled and pulled out the big guns..
"But it will make me so happy to do this for you."
BIG sigh son...OK
Off to the stores this morning.
Now I don't DO malls...EVER..
so we started with smaller independent places
and when that failed, I was forced to venture
into the most dreaded of places.
a Mall..ugh, spit, retch...
After up and down escalators
and the lengths both ways,
Beautiful new boots that he pondered over
for some time.
I swear I've bought cars faster.
We caught a quick lunch and headed home where
he could hop in his car and head back to LA.
I said let me shoot those shoes..
I wanted proof and agreement from other Moms
that these shoes sucked, no really..C'mon!
Hugs and kisses, I love yous all around...and....
"Uh Mom, you know I'm still gonna wear these right?"
BIG sigh Mama...Yeah