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Life Is Too Short To Drink Bad Wine: 56 - New Shoes

Two-year-old Karyn tries on a new pair of shoes. The shop assistant tells her to walk around the shop to try them out. “She did, but did not stop. She ran out of the shop and down the street as fast as she could, unpaid for shoes still on her twinkling feet…’’

Gayle Woodward continues her wonderfully engaging family saga.

On a morning in the holidays I took all three children to buy new shoes for school. Karyn did not need any but she yelled and screamed so much that the shop assistant produced a pair for her. They fitted perfectly. He told her to walk around the shop to try them out. She did, but did not stop. She ran out of the shop and down the street as fast as she could, unpaid for shoes still on her twinkling feet.

I knew Jeff was fast. “Run after her,” I admonished. “Quick get her back!” Jeff raced off and soon brought her back in his arms, Karyn wriggling and squirming to get down. He was so embarrassed. His friends might have seen him. She was a handful but as tired as she made me I would not have had it any other way.

Karyn turned two and was soon able to start at the private kindergarten. She was very excited about going to her ‘school’ and did not require me to stay with her. It was lonely at home in the mornings without her constant chatter but nice to be able to read or write while she was gone.

However the idyllic situation did not last longer than three months. I was told that Karyn was an intelligent little girl who wanted to be the boss. Her two-year-old way of getting others to do her bidding was to bite them and this could not be tolerated. She was asked to leave.

The urgency for getting our new public kindy built was increasing. Carol and I upped our efforts. I wrote to politicians, both local and governmental. We took surveys to ascertain numbers of preschoolers in the district and succeeded in getting the buildings started. I found that by standing tall, up to my full height, people had belief in me. They took my words seriously. I had the first faint ideas about returning to study when I found it easy to write letters and submissions. Our confidence soared. We were ready for greater things.

Mark had a special friend at school. Joseph was a bright little boy with red curls and he and Mark were inseparable both at school and at play after school. They had not been at Birchville School very long before I heard from Joseph’s mother that they were moving from the district on a business promotion. I tried to broach the subject quietly with Mark but he was very upset. All he would say was, “I want to go with him.”

On the Saturday that Joseph’s family moved, his mother visited us urgently. It seemed that Joseph had gone missing. We went looking for Mark to see if he knew anything only to find that Mark too had disappeared. Some boys playing on their bikes on the street told us that they had seen the two little boys running helter skelter over the school fields in the direction of the trees at the back with their school bags over their shoulders.

We mothers took off after them. We found the two hiding in bushes and they both cried when Joseph’s Mum took him by the hand and told him he had to come because they were ready to leave. Mark sobbed and Joseph screamed at his Mum, “I’m staying with Mark! I don’t want to go!”

The boys had me in tears as we walked back over the school field. Mark was sad and quiet for months after. He had real trouble finding a new friend with similar interests to himself.


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