“Spencer Sanders Ehman!” I hollered. “You get in here and get yourself some shoes on, young man. You can’t be out there barefoot!”
It was a chilly day in April. Still very much spring, my 11 year old tried to convince me that, since the sun was shinning, it must be summer and thus, he should be allowed to wander aimlessly for hours totally barefoot.
My momma mind thought otherwise.
As I hauled him in the house to put on shoes and socks, he seemed dejected. I didn’t understand why. I didn’t care if he went out to play. His schoolwork was done. His dishes taken up to the sink. I just wanted to make sure his feet were warm and protected.
He obliged and slipped on his shoes, however when he began to go back out the door, the spring was gone from his step.
“What’s wrong buddy?” I inquired.
“Oh mom……barefoot is the whole point of summer.”
My mommy mouth smiled.
Of course he and I differ on just when summer starts, but he was on to something. Why else would God make it warm and make the lush green grass feel so cool and soft between your toes?
Well, sad to say, we only have a few more weeks of barefoot weather to go. So, these days, shoes are optional around here. In fact, I’m headed outside now to get a little work done.
Sitting in a cozy chair.
Under the pine trees.
Next to the fire pit.
God did have a good point.