To match the fairy tale that is her life (sarcasm), Maggie emulates Cinderella.
NO, we don't make her scrub the floors or lock her in a tower and she isn't headed to the ball to meet her handsome prince. In fact, she's takes after Cinderella in only one way - she loses a single shoe all the time.
Because of her dystonia and cerebral palsy, Maggie moves constantly. Her body is in motion somewhere even when she's all strapped into her chair. A lot of times she is moving her legs and feet. Her feet are very small. She is 17 years old and still in children's sizes. She wears a child's size 12 or 13 which is generally appropriate for a child about 5 or 6 years old. Her feet are little and skinny. Between the movement and the teeny feet, it is difficult to find shoes that will stay on her feet. Most styles are right out.
Invariably when we go for a walk, someone tells us she's dropped a shoe. After a couple of tries putting it on again, I will give up and stick it in my purse. We have been lucky that we retrieve so many. With this new problem with her wheelchair footpad (see yesterdays post), her feet are out of sight and no one sees it drop. She lost one shoe last week while on an outing from school. They retraced their steps, but never found it. Then I lost another shoe that I tossed in the car after she dropped it. Hope springs eternal that one will still show up.
Saturday morning I took Maggie to buy some new shoes. She thought that was the greatest time ever. We've done it before, but she never reacted one way or the other. That has now changed. Shoe shopping is the bomb! I let her choose between a glittery/sparkly pair of high tops and some slip ons with peace signs. My girl went for the bling, of course. We also bought the white athletic shoes from yesterdays post. When we returned to Steve, she quickly said "Dad look new shoes." She repeated it over and over again until she felt his praise was sufficient.
Sunday morning came and Maggie and I were heading out to run some errands. I said, "Mag, where do you want to go today." She didn't hesitate at all. She just started making a sentence "Mom, shoe shopping please." I had to nix that idea and quick. I may have created a monster.
Maggie may have feet the size of a small child, but when it comes to shopping, she definitely acts like a 17 year old.