Slipping Through My Fingers by @MsMary_Style

“I need help Mommy. I can’t get them on.”

I knelt beside her and we tugged and pulled trying to get them on her toddler feet. And then it hit me. She’d outgrown another pair of shoes. Again.

Bearpaw Kids Boots

“They’re just a pair of old shoes”

Oh but they are so much more than that.

These boots saw her learn to ride her bike. They were with her when she ran after her older brothers, trying to keep up with the “big kids.”

These boots climbed slides, and jumped over puddles. They skipped along the harbor as she watched the boats.

Cheeky Doormat Customized Mat

So many things this one little pair of shoes experienced. How my baby girl is growing. Her little feet are bigger, and so is her mind and her heart. She will happily choose another pair of shoes, and probably I’ll blink and those will be too small as well.

I’ll hold onto this little set. The years are flying and the memories are fast creating the beautiful story of her life. Just please pardon this sentimental momma for holding onto a treasure or two from these precious younger years. Lord knows time is slipping through my fingers.

“Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture

And save it from the funny tricks of time

Slipping through my fingers”

(Song by ABBA)

Love, Mary

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