A couple of my friends have little girls around Maisie’s age and they have the cutest little teeny tiny leg warmers. For some reason, seeing these little leg warmers excited something inside me to the point where I just felt like I had to have them for Maisie! I wonder if my love of leg warmers began as a child when my mom would get me all dressed up in my leotard and leg warmers for my junior jazzercise class. All I knew is that I had to have them for Maisie.
I literally could not stop thinking of them and it only got worse after we actually did drive to the place to buy Maisie her own little precious pair of leg warmers. I was convinced she needed them and then as soon as she had her own pair, I couldn’t stop thinking of how she needed more colors. It was all I could think of. I was thinking of all the friends with little girls in Paris that I would want to bring them to! It actually drove me to the point of feeling like I was going to have an anxiety attack if I didn’t get those leg warmers! It made me sick thinking about it, but I couldn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop until we went up to visit where my mom’s new job was. She works with homeless women and their children. One of the ladies commented on Maisie’s leg warmers and how they were cute. It honestly made me feel sick. I was still happy to have found them on sale for two dollars off, but it all of a sudden felt like such a waste. Visiting with the women made my anxious spirit go away and instead filled me with contentment. I am so thankful for those women and how the little time with them taught me something of humbleness. When I put things into perspective, how ridiculous is it that I was honestly obsessed with something so silly as leg warmers for babies?!? I think Justin is rubbing off on me. He can get obsessed over some crazy things!
I have to stop writing about leg warmers now because I want to buy them for Nadine’s little girl in France, Amy Ginther’s little girl in Portland, my niece in Colorado, Alyssa’s little girl in Portland, Janet and JP’s little girls in France… The list goes on! I have to stop writing because my heart is starting to beat at a faster pace!!!!! THE END!!!