These boots. Im 100% certain that I’ll never, ever forget these little blue boots. What I hope I never forget is what filled them.
Lots of rain and hose water.
Sweaty toddler toes.
Sure those are the obvious things, but what has mostly filled these boots is an abundance of joy.
These boys of mine love adore their boots. I can’t ever get them to take them off. We actually have to hide them if we don’t want the brothers to wear them. Which is why this morning I found them on the front porch. I forgot I put them out front to air and dry out from their puddle stomping adventures yesterday. I was walking down the stairs and their blue hue caught my attention out the window. Why does something ordinary like empty rainboots make my heart so full?
These boots hold so much more than twenty little growing toes. They hold memories of sloshing through muddy puddles, playing with the hose and watering not only their sister’s memory garden but also their clothes until they are sopping wet. They hold the feet of two little boys who are no longer little boys, but explorers and adventurers. These boots have held growing strong-willed, determined, opinionated personalities who are absolutely certain that a pair of rain boots is the best decision of footwear for every occasion and not just the rain.
These boots have helped me learn to pick my battles and embrace my boys’ independence. So when I look back at these boots years and years from now, I hope I don’t just see old, worn rain boots.