Dearest Fairy godmother,
I need your help. As I stand here clutching onto one Tory Burch Reva Ballet flat, the other lost in a sea of my toddler’s toys or mischievously hidden behind a sofa cushion probably covered in dust creatures and cookie crumbs, anxiety is knotting something wicked inside me. I could have sworn I cleaned up this mess less than twenty minutes ago. Excuse me a moment.
I yell at my three year old who for at least the next two minutes is the devil incarnate.
“Where is my shoe?”
“It’s in your hand mama” Is the impish reply.
“Where is my other shoe?” anger rising.
“I don’t know mama” coyly she scurries off.
Sorry about that. See, this is why I desperately need your help. The other shoe has now become the object of my obsession, frustration and defeat; my favourite pair of shoes gifted by my husband on my birthday last year. The shoes that bit at my toes but still I wore day in and day out, not giving up until I broke them in. I love these shoes they are a symbol of hard work paying off, a source of pride, joy and comfort. And now she’s taken it away from me; my own flesh and blood. She is mocking me I know it. Telling me it is no use, I can try as hard as I want to, put in the effort to clean up after her, read to her and play with her but I will never be able to avoid the storm. Why Fairy godmother? Why is she torturing me so?
A bright light suddenly appears, blinding me. A matronly voice calls out.
“The answer lies in your shoes”
“You mean to say my daughter is like this pair of hard to break in shoes? If I keep labouring on through dedication, love and patience despite all the frustration and the pain, one day I will be rewarded for raising such a wonderful person?”
“Yes my dear, I believe you have found the answer you were looking for.”
The bright light starts to fade.
“Wait, where are you going Fairy godmother?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted to know my dear?”
“Err no, actually I was wondering if for Mother’s Day you could pull in a favour and send over Mary Poppins. I could really use the day off. Thanks!”