I’m learning to accept my feet. All my life, I’ve not been a big fan…feet. Yuck. But one cold morning in January, I had two babies 7 weeks early. And one of them, though she was only 4 pounds, came out with thin, long feet..a tiny replica of her mother’s.
I remember 2 days after delivery, the swelling had finally gone down in my feet and ankles and I swung my legs over the side of the hospital bed and slipped my feet into my pink, fuzzy slippers. It was the first time I had seen them look almost normal in several months. And I was so pleased as they immediately made me think of my tiny daughter sleeping in the NICU on the 2nd floor of the hospital. She was so slight and dainty, and I had only known her for a few days…it was hard to imagine that something about her was already so…familiar.
I began to take ownership of my feet (did I really just say that sentence?) And then last week on a family vacation, I saw my aunt who I haven’t seen in several years and she joyfully pointed to the ground below me and said, “Those are my feet! At least, 15 years ago those were my feet! My young feet…” And I was pleased. She also mentioned that her mother, my grandmother, wore size 7…just like me. Pleased again.
So my feet are skinny and my big toe is slightly too long. But they are my inheritance and I am passing them on.
why did they come so early?