My Little Red Boots
How a conversation sparked a beautiful memory
Throughout therapy, the focus was on reframing my experiences. I started to believe there were never any happy times when I was young.
My youngest came back from my mum’s house and asked me about my favorite boots. The beautiful memories flooded forward with an overwhelming feeling of love.
How could I have forgotten my wee red wellies?
I was 5 years old and I fell in love with them the minute I laid eyes on them. They were so red and perfect that I wore them every chance I got. My wee face is so bright and happy. My mum would find me sleeping, my red boots hanging out the bottom of the bed. Whenever she would try to remove them, I would wake up and protest till she put them back on.
Now I live in Scotland so having a good pair of wellington boots is a must. It is beautiful here but also very wet. My wee red boots made puddle jumping one of my favorite things.
Then the Summer came and my wee boots had to go away. I made my mum promise not to throw them away. Convinced, by the Winter we would be back together.
It was not to be. My feet grew a shoe size no matter how hard I tried to squish my feet in was no way. I cried for a week, refusing all offers of new boots because they were…
