Tag：first pair of shoes，leather，socks，shoes
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I was thinking recently about the day I put socks on "Snoopy."
"Snoopy" was my sister's cat growing up.
Why put gym socks on a cat? Same reason kids do anything -- it was there.
The cat limped across the floor, alternately shaking and licking its paws till it managed to get the offending articles off its body, all the while shooting me a look that was part confusion, part annoyance.
My son gave me that same look last week. I bought him his first pair of shoes.
"Come on, walk to mama, walk to mama."
He looked down and shook his feet. Then, he fell to the floor, took off a shoe and began to eat it. I put the shoes back on. He ripped them back off.
I put them on, this time tighter. He ripped them off, this time shoving the strip of Velcro down his throat.
"Aaacckkk." He made a gagging sound that, oddly enough, reminded me of my sister's cat, too.
"What's wrong with 'Sparkleworks?'," asked the big sister, calling her brother by the nickname she gave him after our bedtime reading of a literary masterpiece by the makers of "My Little Pony." (He is "Sparkleworks;" my daughter is "Rainbow Dash;" and I'm "Pinkie Pie," named after the pony with helium balloons tattooed on its butt.)
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just trying to get him to wear shoes."
I probably waited too long to wrap his little sausage feet in Velcro and leather. For the last 14 months, he's worn either socks, bootie things or nothing. Figuring it was about time, I bought him a pair of sneakers.
Then, I propped him up next to the coffee table and got out the video camera.
"Come on 'Sparkleworks'," said the big sister in a high saccharine voice, clapping her hands. The boy stared at his feet, likely wondering why his mother kept putting something so delicious so far from his mouth. He dropped to the floor and crawled off to eat his shoes in peace. He knows how to walk. He just chooses not to.
"Bah, he has his whole life to walk. Why be in a hurry?" I often say this to mommy friends when they tell tales of their newborns leaping from their arms and running down flights of stairs. But as my boy pushed past 14 months, I started feeling the pressure. Was I doing something wrong? Did he need help? Encouragement?
I spent one afternoon, propping him up like a stiff doll. He took a couple steps. And, I made a video that would make anyone prone to motion sickness throw up on the spot.
That seemed to satisfy us both. He went back to crawling. And, I went back to not being in a hurry. He'll walk some day. He might even wear shoes.
Whether he'll get over the emotional scaring of having a sister who calls him 'Sparkleworks,' that's left to be determined.
