Put Your Little Foot

I wanted to smack his handsome face. He shouldn’t be allowed to work with older women at the gym. He called me young lady. When he showed me how to use the leg press he said, “Put your little foot right there,” like I was a three year old. He called me sweetheart and held my arm as he walked me toward the recumbent bikes. I am going to smack him!

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “Put Your Little Foot”

  1. Her younger son weighed in at 9 lbs. 4 oz. when he was born. One of his feet turned inward; more than likely due to turning his body to fit in the cramped space of her womb. The pediatrician advised having the baby’s feet fitted with an abduction brace when he was six months old. This meant he would have to wear baby shoes attached at each end of a straight metal bar several hours every night. She was heartbroken. It seemed cruel. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to go through with this. The first night she spoke to him with tears in her eyes as she slipped his feet into the shoes. “Put your little foot here,” she coaxed gently. That night he cried and cried until he exhaustedly fell asleep. She lay awake worrying. After several nights of this, one morning when she went in to get him from his crib she was astounded to see him hauling himself up by his chubby little arms and swinging his legs to accommodate the bar and stand in the crib. He looked up smiling at her. She was astonished.

  2. “there she goes , bawling again!!”

    He whispered urgently , making two distinct foggy patches on the glass, one from his mouth , another , smaller one , from his nose . After a while , he sniffed. Then took out his specs to wipe them . He was crying . Goodness!! Who was the baby here ?

    “For heavens sake , calm down !! Babies bawl , she will be fine .” Amita tried to drag him away from the glass partition , but he wont be budged . He kept chanting “Don’t cry baby .Put your little foot down .” Whispering , entreating , drooling over the glass , almost getting himself expelled from the premises.

    Drama quotient runs high in our family . Specially with him . And now he was a grandpa. Unstoppable . Amita sighed with resignation on the green reccine sofa . “It was a mistake to bring him along to see the baby ,” She thought , resolving never to drive him down again.

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