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These feet are brave. They jump off swings at the apex of the arc. They run barefoot across hot driveway asphalt to get to the sprinkler. They stomp in puddles with zero regard for the consequences. They tap impatiently when waiting for a video game to load.
I watch my son/daughter lace up their sneakers (which, by the way, fit last Tuesday but are suddenly "too tight" today), and I see the engines revving. These feet do not walk. They propel. They skip every third step. They leap off the bottom stair entirely, landing with a thud that shakes the picture frames. They run through the house not because they are in a hurry, but because standing still feels like a personal failure.
But please, don't grow up too fast. Keep jumping off the couch. Keep skipping the last step. Keep running through the wet grass.
Financially, 8-year-old feet are terrorists.
If you are the parent of an 8-year-old, you have a drawer filled with odd socks. You have a bag in the laundry room labeled "Lonely Socks." You have purchased 50-packs of identical white ankle socks, only to have 47 of them vanish into a wormhole that exists exclusively inside your child’s sneakers.
These feet are brave. They jump off swings at the apex of the arc. They run barefoot across hot driveway asphalt to get to the sprinkler. They stomp in puddles with zero regard for the consequences. They tap impatiently when waiting for a video game to load.
I watch my son/daughter lace up their sneakers (which, by the way, fit last Tuesday but are suddenly "too tight" today), and I see the engines revving. These feet do not walk. They propel. They skip every third step. They leap off the bottom stair entirely, landing with a thud that shakes the picture frames. They run through the house not because they are in a hurry, but because standing still feels like a personal failure. 8 year old feet
But please, don't grow up too fast. Keep jumping off the couch. Keep skipping the last step. Keep running through the wet grass. These feet are brave
Financially, 8-year-old feet are terrorists. They stomp in puddles with zero regard for the consequences
If you are the parent of an 8-year-old, you have a drawer filled with odd socks. You have a bag in the laundry room labeled "Lonely Socks." You have purchased 50-packs of identical white ankle socks, only to have 47 of them vanish into a wormhole that exists exclusively inside your child’s sneakers.
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