Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Tamed Red House Shoes

    A couple of months ago my son won a battle with his house shoes - he learned how to put them on without anybody’s help.

    Not that earlier he didn’t do it at all, simply each time he tried to desperately avoid this unpleasant procedure. I literally had to resort to at times fine blackmail (aka... I won’t play with you until you put those house shoes on), and sometimes - to even bribing (if you put those shoes on, I’ll give you a cookie)... And Danny with a hopelessly hung head would go to the location of those savage house shoes, sit down on the floor and would puff for about 10 minutes: 5 minutes over one foot, and then (if by that time he did not start whining and fussing) he’d puff and huff for another 5 minutes over the other foot.  He probably, was thinking: “ Well why Mommy’s and Daddy’s house shoes are normal and easy, while I have THESE with the awful elastic bands behind! If only I was a pro at using scissors, I would cut them off without a back thought!”...
    But one day my son, probably, has recollected all my instructions on the subject of “the elastic band should be at the bottom of your hill”, held them down with his tiny hand and slipped first one foot in and then the other. Yahoo!!! The house shoes have been tamed!!!
    But here is the catch. This all happened when these house shoes had long lost their shape, form and color. The inside insole was playing pick-a-boo through the knitted material, and each side got inches of non-uniform fringe... Provisional and caring parents (that is we) were already planning to replace THIS “slip on chaos” with “normal house shoes like  Mommy’s and Daddy’s”... 
    So unfair! As a matter of fact a major achievement just happened: the kid struggled, thought out strategy, studied the structure of the object, fought for the cause, looked for solutions... And finally HAS solved the problem..., and all of a sudden we palm off another one on him... 
    But, that’s INDEED what we - PARENTS are for... To help our little ones find the second wind and strive for better.:)
    Nevertheless I have decided to immortalize the memory of THESE first won house shoes and... painted them.
    The picture is called “The Serious Talk”. And the models are a pair of Danny’s house shoes and pair of Daddy’s... “swim fins” size 13... (it was necessary to reduce them a little for aesthetic reasons though.):)

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

It all started with the RABBITS

   It all started with THESE RABBITS.
   My Mom gave me THESE house shoes for New Years.
   As far as I remember myself, my Mom’s has always made the holidays unique, unexpected and unforgettable.
   For a long time we didn’t celebrate Christmas - after all I was born in the Soviet Union... Then Ukraine got it’s independence, opened up for the Gospel, my family and I got saved - and Christmas became a very special day for us just without presents... They were all given at New Years - after midnight.
   Mmm... usually not GIVEN but - BROUGHT to, HIDDEN from, FOUND on a fun quest and really enjoyed - no matter how simple the gifts were.
   I remember when I was about 7 years old and still believed in Santa Clause (in my case, it was Grandpa Frost) - just after midnight on January 1st, the door bell rang. Mama urged me to run see who it was. Naive me - certainly rushed to open the door... There I found a pillow case stuffed with presents and lit candles in a Christmas tree shaped holder. It seemed magical to the little girl I was: the tiny golden branches where circling around the tree stem making a tiny fairy ring... I was mesmerized and of course believed this all was left by Grandpa Frost that rang the door bell and ran off on me.
   Only years later I found out Mom asked the neighbors to ring the door bell...
   One year my Mom put just a hand full of small greeting cards under the New Years tree. Certainly I was slightly disappointed at first, but upon reading MY card I found the fun instructions to the next clue to my hidden presents. Before we knew it our whole family was running around the apartment looking for clues, tripping over each other (for the lack of space for the real running) on a quest to our holiday gifts. We laughed till we cried.
   My Mom encouraged me to write cards to Grandpa Frost - and somehow he always brought what I was asked for... or Mom suggested what fun would be to ask for...
   She made holiday posters with our family pictures and the most significant moments of the year.
   Yes she made everything so special.
   A couple of years ago my husband and I were celebrating New Years at my Mom’s. Just after midnight the door bell rang. Mom was doing something, so I went to see who it was. I opened the door and couldn’t help the tears... there was a pillowcase stuffed with presents and the Christmas tree shaped candle holder making that same magical ring from my childhood... MOM!!!
   My Mom continues to make everything special. And now when I am a Mother to a wonderful blue eyed little boy, I am STILL a little girl to my Mama, who turns everything into a fairy tale.
   Last New Years she gave me THESE Rabbits. They were the beginning of my collection of House Shoes. They continue to make me smile and thank God for my Dearest MAMA.:)))