Shoes
Yesterday afternoon, after spending the morning cleaning the house, I found myself annoyed by a collection of shoes that cluttered the entryway—more shoes than anyone could reasonably use in a day.
My thoughts quickly shifted to the meaning of so many shoes.
Growing up, I only had one pair of shoes at a time. And I wore them till the soles fell off and my toes poked through the end. To be clear, I had what I needed and my mom worked hard to ensure I did.
Now, knowing that her hard work compounded and I have been able to give my kids a little bit extra. That is something worth tolerating. Hell, worth celebrating.
It’s easy to forget where you come from. Easy to get used to what you have that you used to seek. From time to time it's good to put yourself in other people’s shoes, even if it's those of your past self.