Long before I had children, I vowed that my offspring would never wear Crocs. They’re ugly, they’re overpriced, and they’re trendy. I was going to resist. And that was the end of that. Period.
I didn’t make it too far. When Lily was two and a half, she started complaining that she was the only girl at school who didn’t have “those” shoes; “Everybody has them but me.” Already, I thought? Shit. I had flashbacks of being the only one without cool denim in junior high. Without the rhinestone studded shoes. Without the pierced ears. Could I be the parent who scars my flesh and blood? Could I choose my taste in fashion above my daughter’s wishes?
Clearly, as illustrated above, the answer was no. Much to my (and Jeff’s) chagrin, off to the mall we went. She was fitted with her first little purple pair. And much to my surprise, they looked pretty darn cute. I liked them. When Ben was big enough to wear them, we bought him a pair too. Their little feet looked adorable swinging together in those so-ugly-they-are-cute shoes. Life was good.
And then, there were Jibbitz. Some stay at home mom’s goldmine. I refused to buy them. Three bucks for a stupid little plastic charm? I think not. I put my foot down. But, soon after I made that promise, her little Crocs looked naked to her. Why did all of her friends have the fun “thingies” and she didn’t? Puh-leeease? I had a moment of weakness, and caved. A purple flower. I told myself that was it– just one. But it wasn’t. It was just the beginning. She now has flowers, characters, food… her brother has a colorful collection of marine life. There are only a few open holes left of those plastic shes.
I am ashamed to admit that our entire family is now adorned in Crocs. We are a hideous, flexible, holed, and bejeweled plastic footwear wearing family of five. Even Evan has a pair. I have 2 larger pairs waiting in the closet for when the kid’s feet grow to the next size. I have a stash of Jibbitz for good behavior. I am pathetic.
The experience did come with a lesson though: First of all, I am a total sucker. And, second of all, pretty much anything can look cute when they’re on the little feet of those you love.