Mom Shoes

Sunday, March 14, 2010

I remember being a young attorney in Atlanta. Looking out over the world from my 26th floor perch, and looking down to admire my new ankle strap pumps that made my legs look fierce and my suit extra sharp. I felt good in those shoes. I felt put together and in control. I told myself that the effort I put into that outfit was worth it. I decided to nourish and encourage my inner fashionista, no matter what.

Then I left the big city, got pregnant, had baby number one, quit my job, and found myself at home with a closet full of clothes that just did not work anymore. It was depressing, really. What to wear? Who cares?! Who is going to see me, anyway?! That was a tough transition. Eventually, I fit into my “skinny jeans” again, and slowly but surely, I accumulated more casual clothes. The suits went to the back of the closet. Jeans took over. The problem, as always, became the shoes.

In the summer it is easy. We wear flip flops around here, because they work. But in the winter, it gets tricky. As a stay at home mom, I need shoes that can go from the grocery store, to the park, to the library, on a walk, and back home again - all while keeping me comfortable and on pace with my children. I invested in multiple pairs of tennis shoes, thinking that color coordinated sneakers would ease those pains in my lower back, and give me some sense of style.

My inner fashionista laughed. It didn’t work. I still felt frumpy. I thought about my Atlanta days, and how I wore heels all day every day. How did I do that? I looked at all those pumps at the bottom of my closet, and decided to try a few days in my brown boots. You know, the cute ones with a relatively low heel. Ow! I can’t wear those things all day. And then I tried to chase my kids in them - ha! Back to square one.

Or really, back to the thought I had been avoiding. I knew what the solution was, because long ago I noticed other moms wearing them - Danskos. Those horrid clogs that would make Stacy and Clinton gag. Those clumpity clump wanna be boots, that taunted me with their apparent comfort. Wasn’t there some other option? Couldn’t I find some miracle shoe, some stylish and comfortable boot/sneaker combo that would keep me walking on air? A cute ballet flat that wouldn’t leave my arches crying in pain? No. It if was out there, I would have found it by now. It was time to give in. Time to try on some Danskos.

I ventured to the shoe store. I walked up and down the aisles in a last ditch effort to find an alternative, but it was too late. The sales lady approached. I confessed the reason for my errand, and she brought out three pairs of brown/black Dansko clogs. I marveled at the goes-with-anything color. I felt myself slipping. Begrudgingly, I tried on the first pair. They didn’t feel right. The sales lady persisted. Second pair.

Choir of angels. I sighed, and realized that I was, happily, at the deep end of the Mom Gear pool now. I walked around the store, and knew that I would be wearing those shoes home. Stacy and Clinton might not approve, but I left them on the 26th floor, long ago.

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3 Responses to “Mom Shoes”

  1. Great post! I can't wait to read more!

  2. Yeah! Great post! You and I have such similar backgrounds. I can't believe the ridiculous heels I used to wear. And pointy toes...urgh, never again.

    I bought my first pair of Danskos when I was pregnant with Lucy. Black patent! I totally copied a woman in my prenatal yoga class who had them...and then I sent her an e-mail to tell her (just so it wouldn't be weird when she saw me with them)...and now she is one of my best friends and Phoebe's Godmother. So, you see, Danskos bring people together! Try the patent if you ever get a new pair. I loooooove mine!

  3. if it makes you feel better, i am NOT a mom. and i rock my danskos all winter long!
    i would advise against running/chasing the boys in them though. i badly sprained my ankle running through the airport. serious lack of ankle support....