When I have trouble tying my shoelaces, my dad...
One of my earliest memories of my dad inspired this short story.
(my dad circa 1980s)
Tying Laces with My Dad
A lace in each hand, I glare at my shoe. I want to scream. I want to yell. I want to tear the shoe apart. Why won't these dumb, stupid laces work? What is wrong with them? What is wrong with me?
The sound that explodes from my mouth makes my dad pause. "What's the matter, Honey?"
I look up at him with a face full of tears. I crawl onto his lap and find comfort in his arms.
He spins a tale just for me. "All the trains had tried to climb the tall mountain. All had failed. The only one left was the smallest engine. No one thought he could succeed. No one believed he could, but he kept saying, "I think I can. I think I can." It took all the strength he had to climb that mountain. But he didn't give up; he just kept trying. "I think I can. I think I can." And do you know what?"
My tears had stopped falling, and my face was dry. "What?"
"He made it all the way to the top of that mountain. He succeeded when everyone else had failed." My dad gave me a hug. "Just try. That's all we want—that's all anyone can ever ask from you—try." We exchanged a smile. "Would you like me to tie your shoes?"
I thought about his offer. I wanted to say yes, but the little engine hadn't given up, and so... and so... "You can tie this shoe." I stuck my left leg straight out so Dad could tie that shoe. "And I can tie this one." I bent over the shoe on my right foot.
"Let me see if I remember how this works," my dad said. "Make two rabbit ears." We made two rabbit ears. "Fold one rabbit ear over the other. Oh, this is the tricky part. I'll have to try that again. Okay, that time it worked. Let's do it one more time to make a good knot. And done."
"We did it," we sing.
And do you know what? To this very day, most of my shoes are... slip-ons. (My dad also taught me the importance of humour.)
written on Monday, May 12, 2025
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