I have been at war for years. A war with…….shoes. The area by my front door looks like a warzone on most days. Invaded with shoes. Old shoes, new shoes, clean shoes, smelly shoes. Shoes, shoes, shoes! They seem to multiply faster than rabbits.
I have tried every organizational tactic out there and finally settled on a basket to put our shoes in when we take them off. (It doesn’t work though…it still overflows.)
When my girls were younger, I termed the area by the door “Shoeville”. On any given day at any given moment I would impatiently declare, “Shoeville has too many members”. Or as I’d throw shoes up the stairs toward their respected rooms, I’d yell, “Shoeville members coming through”. The girls recognized mom’s “battle cry” and they were quick to run to the battlefield front lines and clean-up their shoes.
Years have passed and my girls are grown. Interestingly enough, Shoeville still lives on. I walk through the war zone every time I go out my front door. I laughed today as I surveyed the area. Once there were tiny little Mary Janes or Barney Tennis Shoes thrown about. Now we have “grown-up” shoes in Shoeville. As much as I wish I could find organization for this area, I have decided to have a new attitude about the war zone. Instead of a source of frustration, I am going to allow it serve as a reminder of the many blessings I have in my life.
I am blessed to have shoes to wear, some do not. I am blessed to have a family that thinks that our house is a home, some do not have families that love them unconditionally. I am blessed to have friends that are comfortable enough to kick off their shoes (in Shoeville) and make themselves at home. I am blessed to have a little puppy that just chewed up one member of Shoeville as I was typing this blog (no lie)!
I can not imagine life without Shoeville, USA. Long live Shoeville!!