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Some may say I am a "Stay at home Mom," but that is not even close. I am Eric's Wife. I have exhilarating strokes of genius, followed almost immediately by paralyzing pangs of self doubt and, for whatever reason, here is where I blog about it - warts and all. I serve a merciful God with a clumsy hand and at the end of each day I go to sleep thankful to be His servant and Eric's wife.

The Coolest Mom in The ‘Hood

March 6, 2008

“Miss Amy!”

Oh boy. There’s a rumble in the jungle. I have been summoned by six year old JayJay, the unofficial mayor of our neighborhood.

Turns out a well thrown Nerf football has found its way into the higher branches of an unclimbable tree. A committee of about four boys has formed at the base of the tree to discuss the best way to get the ball down.

In my on going efforts to be the coolest Mom in the neighborhood, I take off my Birkenstock and toss it straight up to the football. The kids all stare with open mouths. They were so impressed at my aim, my agility, my determination.

I have three brothers who will testify to my athletic inability, and their testimony would not stand up in court next to a video of my shoe sailing through the air and hitting that football just as well as a laser guided gunshot.

The ball tumbled to the ground and into JayJay’s hands. The children cheered and I was their hero. Their shoe-less hero. My shoe had nestled neatly into the same spot the football once held.

“No problem,” I say to my adoring fans and I toss my other shoe up, because I am so sure that the universe is on my team and both shoes will fall neatly to the ground. Instead, my aim is no where close and now I have two shoes stuck in the tree.

I try to play it cool, but those are my Birkenstocks! My three year old, falling apart, Mother’s Day gift from my adoring husband Birkenstocks! I have tan lines on my feet that line up exactly with them. It’ll be years before I can convince myself to spend that much on a pair of shoes again. What was I thinking? I don’t even like half these kids! Why do I care what they think of me? (Okay, I do like them, but I was feeling some serious angst for my shoes.)

I knew that throwing something else up there was silly. It didn’t appear as though a broomstick would reach. I stood under that tree for a good ten minutes trying to come up with a plan.

While I was thinking, my twelve year old neighbor, Shelby, got out a stool and a broomstick. How smart is she? A stool! How blond am I? Duh! A stool.

With just a few well laid hits, my shoes were saved and I tried to play down the mist in my eyes.

I think I owe Shelby some cookies.

6 responses to “The Coolest Mom in The ‘Hood”

  1. Ginger says:

    LOL. Too funny.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Oh, Amy! I am laughing hysterically, because I’ve actually seen this before—the joys of being a teacher. I will never forget when our assistant principal came to knock a kindergarteners shoe out of a tree that resides on our playground.

    Glad you got your beloved shoes back! ~ Beth

  3. Amy says:

    Thank you, Beth. I was crying bitter tears in my head when it looked like all hope was lost.
    Kids.

  4. Anonymous says:

    Oh I understand completely. I’ve had my Birkenstocks (that I’m insanely proud of because I actually got them in Germany on a Best Friends trip) for eight years. They look terrible, but I love them. I’d cry too if they were lost!

    Beth

  5. Sarah says:

    I am so glad Shelby came to your rescue. What would be wearing today if it weren’t for her? You should definitely make her some cookies.

    I would offer to help you next time but I fear the result would be very similar, except it would be my Birks in the tree rather than yours…

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