In My Mommy's Shoes

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When it's Mommy's birthday, what is the perfect gift to give her? In this short story, a loving daughter decides she is going to give her mother the day off and be mommy for the day. Has she bitten off more than she can chew? Find out!

In My Mommy’s Shoes

My mommy always knows just what to do.  If I wear my mommy’s shoes, I too will know just what to do.

Today is Mommy’s birthday, and my gift to her is to be mommy for the day.

Mommy asks me if I am sure and I say, “All I have to do is put on your shoes and I will know just what to do.”

Mommy smiles and says, “Okay, honey.  Go get my shoes and show me what you can do.”

I run to Mommy’s closet and look at all the pairs of shoes on her shelf.  It is early and I need to cook breakfast.  I put on Mommy’s pink slippers and hurry to the kitchen.

What should I cook – pancakes, waffles, eggs?  It all sounds yummy, but even wearing Mommy’s slippers, I am not sure how to get started.  Hmm…what would Mommy do?  That’s it!  I run to the pantry and pull out cereal, then get milk and juice from the refrigerator, and put toast in the toaster.  Breakfast is served!

“Don’t forget to wash the dishes,” calls Mommy from the sofa. 

After washing the dishes, I ask Mommy, “What’s next?”

“Next I would get dressed and start with the chores.”

“What chores?” I asked.

“Let’s see.  Today, I would wash the clothes, dust the furniture, and vacuum the house.”

“Then I’m done for the day?”

“Not exactly,” Mommy said.  “Then it’s time to make lunch.”

“Oh.  Well, I better get moving.”

“Good idea,” Mommy smiled.

I ran to Mommy’s closet and put on her sneakers.  Then, I grabbed the dirty clothes and took them to the laundry room.  Now what?  I’m wearing Mommy’s shoes, but I don’t know the first thing to do.

Mommy peeked around the corner.  “Need some help?”

“Uh, maybe I do.”

Mommy showed me how to sort the laundry into three groups – towels, light clothes, and dark clothes.  Then, she showed me how to put a load of dirty clothes in the washer, measure the right amount of soap, and turn the washer on.

Feeling proud I said, “Oh, is that all I have to do?”

“That’s step one,” Mommy said.  “Step two is taking the clothes out of the washer and putting them in the dryer to dry.  Step three is folding the clothes after they are dry.  Step four is putting the clean clothes away.”

“Wow!  That’s a lot of work,” I replied.

Mommy smiled and said, “Yes honey, it is.  Well, you better get started on the dusting and vacuuming.  It will be lunchtime soon.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll get right on it.”  I was at least able to figure out how to dust and vacuum without too much trouble, but there was a lot of dusting and vacuuming to do.  I never realized how big our house is.  Two hours later I was done and I was tired, but it was time to make lunch.  What should I make – hamburgers, hot dogs, salad?  That’s just too much work.  I’ll make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches instead.  Lunch is served!

“This is the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich I’ve ever had!” Mommy exclaimed.

“Is it really?” I asked.  “What did I do to make it taste so good?”

“It tastes so good because it was made with love.”

That compliment made me feel so special.  “Now that lunch is done, what’s next?”

Since today is Saturday, I spend the afternoon working in the garden.  After that, I prepare the meal for dinner,” Mommy said.

I ran upstairs and put on Mommy’s gardening clogs.  I rushed outside to the garden and stopped.  I didn’t have any idea what I was supposed to do.  I usually ride my bike and play with my friends when Mommy is gardening.

“Do you need any help?”  Mommy called from the lawn chair on the patio.

“Just tell me what to do,” I said unsure of myself.  Mommy explained how to clean the flower beds, rake the leaves, water the plants, and fill the bird feeder.

I was so tired when the gardening was done, but it was time to go inside and make dinner.

I put on Mommy’s apron and asked her what she’d like for dinner.

Mommy smiled and said, “You know, I’m really in the mood for pizza.”

“But I don’t know how to make pizza.”  I was panicked and ready to cry.  I didn’t want to let Mommy down on her birthday.

“I’ll tell you just what to do,” Mommy said.  “Get the card for the pizza parlor off of the bulletin board in the kitchen.  Then, call and place your order and ask for home delivery.”

“Isn’t that cheating?  I should be making your dinner like you do for the family.”

“No honey.  It’s not cheating for you to order pizza.  All Mommies need a break sometimes and there’s nothing more satisfying and easy than pizza delivered to your door.  Now make the call!”

I did as I was told and dinner was served!

After dinner I didn’t have to ask Mommy what was next.  I already knew.  It was my favorite time of day.

I took my little brother upstairs and helped him take his bath.  I tucked my brother in bed and read him a story.  Then I kissed him goodnight and turned off the light.

I took my bath and got ready for bed.  I thought since I’m mommy for the day, I guess I’ll have to read my own bedtime story.  I walked in my bedroom and saw Mommy sitting on the bed.

“Are you ready for your bedtime story?” Mommy asked.

“But it’s your day off.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.  It’s not really work when you enjoy doing something for someone you love as much as I love you.”

When the story was done and Mommy was tucking me in I said, “Mommy, I don’t want to wear your shoes again for a very long time.”

“That’s okay honey,” Mommy said kissing me goodnight.  “There will be plenty of time for you to grow up and be a mommy someday.  Now is your time to be a little girl.  Your job is to play and do well in school.  My job is to love you and take the best care of you.”

“You do take the best care of me Mommy.  I guess I always knew that, but today I really learned how much work it takes to take care of me and our family.  I love you.”

“This was the best birthday ever.  I love you too!”

Mommy turned off my bedroom light and left.  And I slept…like a baby.



Submitted: January 17, 2015

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