Part 11: It's not easy being three
I have a few fond memories of when I was probably age 3 and still living at my foster parents house. Other than the other little girl that I remember being there with me on at least one occasion, I remember a time that all the other kids were outside playing but I was inside and not allowed to go out and play. The reason being is I had wet my pants and was being punished for that. I couldn't understand then why I had to be punished by not being able to go outside and play with the other kids. Because the all looked like they were having so much fun without me. And apparently the girl on the other side of the door didn't understand why I was still inside because she was trying her best to open the door to let me out. But the door was locked and my foster dad was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. He paid us no mind though. I'm not sure why this particular incident sticks out in my mind. But I'm glad to have some memories of way back then even if it wasn't that pleasant of one.
I also remember a time that I was told that we would be going to church and that I needed to get ready and put my shoes on. Not sure why I have that memory stuck in my mind but it seems as though, they couldn't find any shoes to fit me and I remember feeling so disappointed that we wouldn't be able to go to church for that reason. I think they finally found a pair for me to wear but then something else came up and I was told that we wouldn't be going after all.
And speaking of shoes. I am guessing that my foster parents tried to do the best they could but for whatever reason they had been putting shoes on me that were too small for my feet. That caused at least two of my toes on each foot to overlap each other. So when I was adopted and taken to the Doctor, he informed my new mom that I may need to have a toe removed from each foot to help the other toes lay straight.
Well, that never happened, and that made me not like that Dr from there on out just the same as if he had removed any toes and the good news is that my toes straightened back out on their own in time.
And I think all that trauma gave me anxiety about my own children's feet. Because I've always made sure their shoes were big enough for them. There was the one time though that my daughter had a ton of shoes that all fit her fine. Until one morning, she woke up and discovered that none of them fit. And not only were they a whole size too small for her, they were two whole sizes too small. Her feet actually grew two sizes overnight. It was like a small nightmare for us that morning. I can't remember what we ended up doing for her. We must have finally found a pair we had stored away that fit. Because I remember sending her off to school that day.
Thank you for taking the time to read about my journey and stay tuned for more parts of my story. Scroll down to see the whole story!
I also remember a time that I was told that we would be going to church and that I needed to get ready and put my shoes on. Not sure why I have that memory stuck in my mind but it seems as though, they couldn't find any shoes to fit me and I remember feeling so disappointed that we wouldn't be able to go to church for that reason. I think they finally found a pair for me to wear but then something else came up and I was told that we wouldn't be going after all.
And speaking of shoes. I am guessing that my foster parents tried to do the best they could but for whatever reason they had been putting shoes on me that were too small for my feet. That caused at least two of my toes on each foot to overlap each other. So when I was adopted and taken to the Doctor, he informed my new mom that I may need to have a toe removed from each foot to help the other toes lay straight.
Well, that never happened, and that made me not like that Dr from there on out just the same as if he had removed any toes and the good news is that my toes straightened back out on their own in time.
And I think all that trauma gave me anxiety about my own children's feet. Because I've always made sure their shoes were big enough for them. There was the one time though that my daughter had a ton of shoes that all fit her fine. Until one morning, she woke up and discovered that none of them fit. And not only were they a whole size too small for her, they were two whole sizes too small. Her feet actually grew two sizes overnight. It was like a small nightmare for us that morning. I can't remember what we ended up doing for her. We must have finally found a pair we had stored away that fit. Because I remember sending her off to school that day.
Thank you for taking the time to read about my journey and stay tuned for more parts of my story. Scroll down to see the whole story!
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