So a couple years ago, one of Mel's teachers at the daycare, Becky, offered to give me a few of her 4 year old daughter's old shoes for Babygirl. I thought, "Wow, that is so nice!" Becky was a float teacher, so she watched both Mel and Babygirl from time to time, and she always has really positive things to say, especially about Mel. She told me that Mel is always really nice to her daughter and always makes an effort to be kind to the younger kids. I thought that maybe Becky was doing this because she really liked Mel.
Anyway, she gave me the shoes and they were all way too big, which she realized, but I figured Babygirl could grow into them and it was still nice of her.
Then I mentioned the shoe thing to my husband, and he was like, "It's probably because Babygirl's shoes are filthy and she thinks you're a charity case."
And that kind of made sense. And I wasn't so pleased anymore.
I got Babygirl's shoes at a consignment sale. They were light pink and made from fabric, so they showed dirt really, really easily. About a week after she started wearing them, they looked filthy. But you guys, she was ONE YEAR OLD. Who cares what her shoes looked like? They fit her well, she liked them, and they were not actually dirtier than anyone else's shoes. It's just that they were freaking light pink.
We actually did have another pair of shoes that were dark brown and a half-size bigger. I'd been saving them until the light pink ones fell apart or got outgrown, because it's nice to have back-up shoes. But now I felt like the stupid daycare was judging me so I had to switch.
I was surprised that of all people, Becky would be judgmental of Babygirl. First of all, she was super nice and always saying what an amazing wardrobe Mel has and how she's such a fashionista. Also, she was a single white lesbian with a black adopted daughter. You'd think she of all people would recognize that appearances don't matter. But maybe she felt sorry for me because the other teachers were talking smack about Babygirl's shoes behind her back and she wanted to help me. That's what I choose to believe.
Sure enough, when I brought Babygirl to school on Monday with new shoes, everyone made a big deal about it.
Yes, I could afford brand-new expensive shoes for my daughter. I could also afford to take a $100 bill and burn it. I just don't see the point.
P.S. I promise this is my last weekly whine about day care. Unless you guys are loving this.