Living Arrows: a little moment of the week to pause, savour and treasure
Ever since Pip took his first steps his walking has come on in occasionally literal leaps and bounds. He can stand up all by himself pushing off the floor, and we’re just at that watershed moment where he’s walking and crawling about the same amount, especially now he’s worked out how to carry things and walk too. He totters across the room to throw himself into my arms, or to use me as a step to reach up and grab my phone if it’s anywhere within climbing distance, waddles down the hallway after his sisters and usually wants nothing more than to be out of the sling and exploring if ever I stop walking while wearing him.
So when we took Elma for new shoes this week because she’d grown out of everything but her wellies, we thought it might be time to get Pip measured for his very first pair too.
I’ve still got the girls’ first pairs of shoes tucked away; Kitty’s little purple 3 1/2s with a flower on the toe, and Elma’s pink butterflies in a teeny tiny size 3. Pip, well we measured and measured again, and checked the other foot, and well, Pip for his very first pair of shoes is a size 4 1/2. Half of the first shoes on display don’t come larger than a 4!
But the very nice assistant went away and had a furret in the stockroom and came back with two pairs of lovely soft little shoes in just the right size, of which one pair were a clear favourite. Dark inky blue (perfect for covering up mud and spaghetti stains) with the cutest little aeroplanes buzzing along one on each side.
Initially Pip was very unsure about them; he only wanted to walk holding my fingers and he did that adorable little Thunderbird puppet walk, picking his knees up really high as if he thought we’d put lead weights around his ankles. Shoes must feel so strange the first time you wear them, especially if your genetic predisposition is to wear shoes as little as humanely possible (that would be me!) but within a couple of minutes he was wandering around and trying to bring sparkly pink offerings off the shelves to his sisters so I think they’re a hit.
And when we got home and went outside in the very end of the daylight to take some pictures to record the momentous occasion I looked at my son, sat on a tree stump in jeans, a shirt and a comfy stripy hoodie, with his little shoe shod feet dangling below and not for the first time, wondered where my baby has gone.
Because much as I hate to admit it, another milestone has come and gone and this little boy is all gorgeous adorable toddler.