the pink plastic heels
So, Rose has these pink plastic high heels that she scored in a trade with a friend for her nice homemade hippie necklace. There are so many things I dislike about these heels:
* the sound of them clack clack clacking on the tile floors.
* that they seem engineered for ankle-twisting.
* what is a 5-year old doing in heels, anyway?
* pink plastic.
Does Rose know how I feel about pink plastic heels? Oh no, outwardly I am neutral. As educator and author Barbara Coloroso says in the amazing book, Kids Are Worth It: “if the situation is neither life threatening, morally threatening, nor unhealthy, stay out of it and let nature take its course.” Check.
And, as my wise and beloved friend Natalie (who inspired this post with her post) says: “high up on my Most Important Rules Ever list is to not comment on my children’s appearances. I am not going to impose my own opinions on them, triggering a lifetime of concern over how others think they look.” Check.
And most importantly, I keep quiet because wearing hot-pink plastic heels brings Rose some sort of crazy wild happiness that is out of my mom-sphere of comprehension.
Last week Rose was in “star room” (where she and Col sleep) having quiet time, and I hear the click-a-clack of the heels. I groan inwardly: damn heels. Then I hear: click, clack, click, clack…CRASH (the sound of a body hitting the floor). I listen for tears and hearing nothing, peek my head in to find Rose in her reading chair, slightly disheveled, reading books to a small assemblage of stuffed animals, legs crossed and the pink heels back on her feet, looking at me like, “um, didya need something?”
And suddenly, I am amused. She loves these shoes so much that even after falling she put them back on. She’s probably never seen anyone outside of airports even wearing heels, and yet, she feels free to choose her own path. Where I see heels as some bizarre, hazardous contraption, I think Rose sees herself as…a fabulous teacher!
Since then, the shoes just make me smile (mostly). Now I’m working on smiling over the elastic-waist, plaid-cuffed golf pants that Col likes to set aside for special, fancy occasions.
2010; These particular heels have since fallen apart, but it’s been a long-standing love.
What does your child wear/play with that you grit your teeth over?
*Also, I think it is worth noting that this post also describes “writer’s mind:” getting out of the way of your own judgments and opinions to truly see what is there. What a beautiful thing.