Sometimes I just can't believe that I'm a Mother. I can't believe that someone, Heavenly Father, trusted me with this little child to raise. I honestly think that 99% of the time I'm doing more harm than good and that my child is going to turn out to be some sort of delinquent. Not really, I have the brightest hope for Chase's future, I just don't feel like a good Mom most the time. So yesterday I had one of those moments, those I can't believe I'm a mother and that my child has lived to be this old moments. Let me tell you about it. On Sunday I was putting Chase's shoes on for church and he started whining. I could tell that his shoes were pretty tight, they'd been tight for a while, so I decided we'd go get new shoes on Monday. So yesterday we went to the shoe store to buy new shoes. I had the girl measure his foot since I really didn't know what size to get. Here's the sad part. So I had been squeezing Chase's foot into a size 6 shoe, and when we measured we found out that he now wears a size 8 1/2!!!!! I felt absolutely awful! He's a lot happier about putting shoes on now, and keeping them on. The poor boy! My mom has already threatened to turn me in to Child Protective Services!
So, in case you're wondering if you child need bigger shoes, let me tell you the signs that your child's shoes might be two and a half sizes too small:
* He whines when you put his shoes on
* He takes his shoes off at any and every opportunity (in the car, in his stroller, at church, as soon as we get home)
* You have to smash his foot to get it into the shoe
* His shoes come off while he's walking
I guess this is just a live and learn experience, now I know!
