Recently I
had the privilege of taking some of our Secondary School Boys Shoe Shopping.
Now, I’m not trying to brag but I’m a shoe shopping QUEEN. No seriously check out
my closet in America or ask my family it’s a real struggle. So obviously I
jumped into this task with the gusto of a true and seasoned pro.
JOKES ON
JOKES PEOPLE. Okay seriously I am way too good at shoe shopping but taking 7
teenage boys is an entirely new level. Add to the fact that we’re shoe shopping
in Uganda and it’s a rough time. [Read: in
Uganda they don’t organize shoes by size or number, they just have them lined
up along the wall]. So I unknowingly enter into a second hand shoe store
with 7 teenage boys, all with different styles and opinions, none of whom know
what size shoe they wear. JESUS BE NEAR.
Yet I had the best
time, minus the disaster we left behind and the horrible stench of shoe polish [Is it possible to get high off of shoe
polish? Cause I might have been by the end #oops]. Watching these boys that
were once living homeless on these very streets pick out something they not
only needed but liked was so touching. Even if I do feel bad we straight
up left that store looking like the Tasmanian devil had swept through. I’m sure
this is how all moms feel when taking kids out in public right? Seriously I
salute you.
YOU ARE ROCK STARS.
#models
xox.
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