Every now and then me and my daughter like to look through a big box of keepsakes. We don't keep everything, but notable school work, reports, certificates, art work, and quite a lot of baby stuff went into the box. I must be feeling hormonal because when I found these tiny shoes I felt a lump to my throat and a tear in my eye. Aren't they cute? Was it really 14 years ago DD had her first shoe fitting?! I remember first shoes cost a small fortune and they hardly wear them before they grew and needed new ones again. It was a hugely exciting event for DD to get new shoes and everyone had to be visited to see them and acknowledge how beautiful they were.
DS on the other hand always hated having new shoes fitted, at first I put it down to him being a boy, but looking back I think it was almost certainly another sign of his autism. At 13 he still doesn't like it much and we have to find the same type of shoe, or something very similar before he will relax. If I think about it too much it can make me feel deeply sad that such seemingly insignificant changes can make him so anxious. It's not easy but we always get there in the end, I do my best and fingers crossed it will be good enough.