Ezriel didn’t really need new shoes. His sneakers were pristine, without a scratch, almost brand-new. Because my pre-K son cannot walk. He may never walk,Lifetakes: Shoe Shopping,Ezriel didn’t really need new shoes. His sneakers were pristine, without a scratch, almost brand-new. Because my pre-K son cannot walk. He may never walk
W e were going shoe shopping on a beautiful September day: my five-year-old my toddler and of course my mother.
My mother and I each pushed a stroller. I took a deep breath then pushed open the heavy glass door.
The store was tiny — and packed. Impatient toddlers wandered off as mothers searched for the perfect pair of shoes. Salesmen maneuvered through the crowds carrying precarious piles of shoeboxes. As the new school year approached everyone wanted the perfect pair of shoes.
The little bell on the door tinkled again and again. Harried mothers followed by masses of little feet piled into the already-packed store. After making my way to the counter I was given a tab with a number. There were three mothers ahead of me each with a family of little ones. I took a deep breath and squeezed my way to the back of the line.
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