My children own adorable shoes. Cute flats, funky
sneakers and knock-off store brand Ugg-mitations. These boots have
been a point of contention with my teen and tween.
I thought Uggs would just be a fad, like the
rainbow loom or hair feathers, that would come and go in a season.
But, these smelly, sweaty, abnormally large footed boots have
My daughters begged for their Uggs . Each and every
year. And I have always said a firm, no wiggle-room:
"But, Mommmm," they've pleaded. "We are the only
ones that don't own Uggs. Like literally."
At first I didn't believe them. Kids say that line all
the time. But, when I went to a school event and looked down at the
floor literally every single girl
(and most of their mothers), were walking around in these nearly
It wasn't that we couldn't afford these boots - if
I wanted to squeeze pennies I could certainly make it happen. But,
it was the principal of my children owning something so expensive
and unnecessary that I could not give in. I saw no difference in
the knock offs and they just accepted it.
Well last week, my 10-year-old had a very hard week
in school. A few things happened socially that led her to be
extremely sad and emotional. In a weak moment of mommy empathy, I
found myself with a pair of Uggs, size 5, in hand at
the checkout counter.
"$169.50 plus tax." said the saleswoman.
I gulped. Panic set in and I began to sweat. I was
having a last minute change of heart while I pretended to search
for my credit card in my purse.
I swallowed my gut instincts, shoved the guilt back
down and paid the lady. I grabbed my big brown paper craft box and
headed quickly to my car, hoping not to bump into any friends on
Immediately panic-stricken, I called my
"Don't kill me," I started. I knew he wouldn't
actually kill me or even care too much (Hey, men's dress shoes cost
nearly that much anyway, I reasoned). He's pretty clueless on the
cost of children's clothing. I explained what I purchased and why.
As expected, he just said, "Um, okay." He knew better than to mess
with a mother in a tizzy.
When my daughter arrived home, I wiped the tears
from her really emotional day away and I pulled out the
Never before had a purchase attached itself to me
like this one. I felt that I was going against every fiber of my
being giving her these fuzzy little shearling boots.
She opened the bag. Her mouth immediately dropped
open. Her eyes widened.
"What?! I thought you said I could NEVER get these?
She was clearly shocked and in awe of her new Uggs.
She darted between utter shock and utter joy. She then ripped the
box open and placed them on her feet. A tremendous smile
replaced her tear-stricken cheeks.
"Oh Mommy, these are like walking on marshmallows!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!" she said as she did her happy
My guilt still there, I felt the need to explain
how Mommy had a momentary lapse of good judgment. I lifted my eyes
to meet my daughters and explain. But, one look at her, in her
bow-backed Bailey Uggs, and I knew it was okay to bend my own
I am not a believer in 'just because everyone else
has it' but, I am a believer in sometimes, under certain
circumstances, it's okay to let your daughter feel a little
special, feel like she fits in and feel like Mommy
I grapple with sending the message that clothing
doesn't have to make you feel better or special, but as a woman we
all know how that moment feels when a great pair of jeans fit or
that perfect shoe find makes an outfit. Wearing something special
just does help a really bad day. It just
So, as I kissed my daughters cheek and walked
downstairs finally content with my purchase, I greeted one very
jealous, angry teen waiting for me in the kitchen. Guess I know
what she'll be getting for Hannukah this year . . .
Sara Kutliroff is a freelance writer and blogger trying not to forget the "me” in mommy.
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