Let the Transformation Begin

Since James was born I have noticed a few signs of aging. Some fine lines around the eyes, two very big lines between my brows, little aches and pains here and there. But, having a new baby I still felt pretty youthful and felt good overall. Actually I felt like I had the best of both worlds, a precious new baby to love and the experience of having three already. Believe me I was not worried about all that nonsense about letting your baby crying it out and whether it was okay if he played with his sister's Polly Pockets. I had learned my lesson, through the experience of having three under four, that if a baby was happy, just leave him be. Anyhows....

But this morning something happened and it hit me full force. I am getting old. Now, I know I am 36 and still have a lot of life left in me (I hope, anyway), but something happened this morning that caused me to rethink things. I walked out to the mailbox and noticed as I was coming back in that my toes were hurting. And then I remembered how the heel of my foot hurt as I got out of bed this morning. And then all these little memories of foot pain throughout the week and hips aching at night came back to me.

I don't know why I did this, except that deep down I knew it was the right thing to do. I headed straight to my bedroom, kicked off my Old Faithful Purple Flip-flops, pulled out some socks from the dresser drawer and put them on. I walked to my closet, closed my eyes, reached down and pulled out---my. sensible. shoes. And I put them on. And they feel really good. I am moving into old lady status and although it may not be graceful or elegant, at least my feet won't hurt in the process.

*** Don't worry Jill, I will only wear the sensible shoes at home. It will be flip-flops and painted toenails in public.