Many years ago, after just having my fist child, I became immediately pregnant with my second one. With my mother standing in the waiting room holding my newborn baby, the nurse pulled me back into a room to tell me that my pregnancy test was positive. I was devistate. I had become pregnant with my fist child while on my honeymoon. I was not prepared for the first one, let alone a second one.
I remember standing in the waiting room with my mother as the tears rolled down my face. It was then that a tradition was created and it will always be my favorite memory of my mother. She said to me, "He might keep you pregnant, but he's not going to keep you barefoot." We left the office and she took me out to buy a new pair of shoes that day. They were hot pink tennis shoes that I had been wanting.
I now have the opportunity to pass that tradition on to my daughter. She is expecting her first baby in April. She too was a bit devistated by the news at first, but like all mothers, she loves that little life that she has created inside of her body.
I am taking Tiffany out this weekend to buy her a new pair of shoes. I reminded her of the story last night. It's my most treasured memory of my mother. She was quite moved by the idea that a tradition was being created from it and she promised me that she too would pass the tradition on to her own daughter.
Who would have thought that something as simple as a new pair of shoes could mean so much and start a tradition?
