I threw away her shoes, okay?
I’ve already been berated by Mario over and over again, and anyone who hears the story is happy to remind me how wrong I was.
But here’s the deal. Maybe you’ll understand?
Mario, as you know, is a mess. And for the past few months I’ve asked her to clean up her room, and with each passing month it’s gotten more and more cluttered.
She’s been busy. I get it. In fact, I might even say she’s busier than I. Between school and work and band and plays and bowling and homecoming, she’s got a lot going on.
So I was going to help her. I didn’t mean to be vengeful.
As I began decluttering her room, I dedicated a pile to what I knew was trash, and one that I hoped would be trash, but wanted her to go through first. When I came across a pair of shoes in her closet that I knew were too small, I put them in the known trash pile. Then I came across a pair of shoes with the soles hanging off. I put them in the known trash pile.
What I didn’t know, was that particular day was pajama day at school. She had worn slippers, leaving her only pair(s) of tennis shoes at home. Before the trash guy came, I ran the “definitely trash” pile out to the curb, and completed straightening and vacuuming her room.
After school that day, Mario and I were going shopping for jeans and a new pair of shoes. At this point, neither of us realized I’d thrown her only tennis shoes away. She changed from slippers to flip flops, thanked me for cleaning her room, and off we went.
As with anything we shop for, it wasn’t easy. Finding “cute” jeans and “cute” shoes is almost impossible when you’re 5’10 and wear size 11 shoes.
In the end, we skipped the jeans and ordered the shoes to be delivered to our house. They were due to arrive in 7-10 business days.
The next morning I received a call while I was mingling with our guests during breakfast.
“MOM! I don’t have any shoes!”
And so began the berating. From her. From my coworkers. From my hubby. And from her again.
I couldn’t express how sorry I was. As I pitched the shoes, I didn’t realize they were her only ones. And part of me knew we were shopping for shoes that night, although I didn’t count on NOT finding any for her. And even then, it didn’t click that she had none at all now.
She bawled while she was on the phone with me. Because she’s not allowed to wear flip flops to school, she was forced to wear her boots. And it was jeans day, and now she wouldn’t look cute. And for a 17 year old, it was the worst thing ever.
Luckily, a friend of hers had a size 9 in her locker that Mario could squeeze her feet into.
Her shoes have since arrived, and all is good now. I think she has finally forgiven me, but I still hear about it at work. I guess I didn’t realize how wrong it is to throw your daughter’s things away Even if you’re just trying to help.
Her room is a mess once again, but you can bet I won’t be going in there anytime soon.