I remember the first pair of high heels I bought. I saved my babysitting money – you know, at the time I only made two or three dollars an hour – and when I finally had saved enough money, I bought a pair of backless Candies.
Seriously, I couldn't try to even figure out why people stared at me when I walked down the aisle at church that first week. Now, now that I'm a grown-up, I understand that I must've looked ridiculous. But at the time, I was 14 or 15, and completely full of myself.
I have four daughters. I know that it's a rite of passage for girls to wear heels, but learning to walk in heels is a skill that takes a lot of effort.
And time. And effort.
My 17-year-old has walked in heels a few times, but it's not something in which she's completely confident, and so tonight, she put them on and attempted it once again. Young girls in heels for the first time completely forget that they have kneecaps, or ankles, and in fact they barely remember to bend their legs at the hip.
It's completely funny is what it is.
When she put them on tonight, she couldn't stand that we were laughing, and so she gave her two younger sisters a pair of heels. I finally put mine on as well, so that I could demonstrate the proper walking technique.
It was a riotous evening of fun – and the surprising part? The best high heel walker – besides myself of course – was my 10-year-old.
I think I have much to fear in the years ahead.