Grass beneath our toes
I let my two year old take off his shoes on the playground.
I might regret this later, if he begins refusing shoes in public or if an errant piece of glass comes his way.
But I want him to feel the roughness of the wood chips underfoot, the cool plastic slide and the damp caress of grass. I want him to feel the coarseness, the toughness of his feet when he comes inside after a good barefoot romp--the satisfaction of washing off afterwards and the confidence that part of you is strong.
I'm still my father's daughter.