I went to Target today. Among other things, I wanted to get Jackson a pair of shoes. First pair I've bought him. You wouldn't think the experience would be emotional, and even though I wasn't expecting it, my eyes did get teary. For a long time, Clayton didn't even need shoes. Why buy shoes if you are in the hospital for the first six months of your life? Why buy shoes if you never actually go anywhere once you live at home? And when he finally did get shoes, they were the ones that fit over his dAFO's which are a 10+ on the ugly scale. He wore these forever until I finally figured out that New Balance wide widths would also fit over the braces. But even then it took a lot of effort to actually get those shoes on. And when we buy "regular" shoes for him to wear without his braces, it's a struggle to find the perfect pair. With his high muscle tone, it's almost impossible to get a shoe on his left foot that is the actual right size. We have to buy larger sizes even then just so we can get both feet in the shoes. And sandals won't hardly stay on at all--the right foot sometimes, but that left foot just can't relax enough for the shoe to sit right on his foot.
So today when I decided to try a pair on Jackson and it slipped right into place, it was so WEIRD! I couldn't help but think "so this is how everyone else does it . . ." Which, by the way, I've thought many times lately. So many things that are considered "normal" to everyone else are just foreign to us. And I'm not talking about huge things, just the little everyday occurrences like buying a pair of shoes.