It really is just an old shoe. Pink and black. A "new school shoe" purchased in the summer by a tired-of-school-supply-and-new-school-clothes-shopping mother; a shoe picked out by the 6 year old who couldn't wait (!) to start first grade. An average everyday shoe.
Except my 6 year old tied it this morning. All by her little pipsqueak self. And yes I celebrate her independence! Her wiggly pride in a shoe well tied!
But I also mourn because I need to tie her shoes before school every morning. She is only 6 after all!
Really, though. It's just a shoe, right?