Tuesday afternoon I was walking with a gaggle of kids and parents to one of the many outstanding NYC playgrounds. Lily jumped into a puddle & got her shoes all wet --- she saturated them to the extent that the rubbing was hurting her feet. So, I did what any rational Mom would do and said, "Lily would you like to walk with your piggies out?"
The kids were all a little crazy on their school Halloween high -- so I don't think the other parents noticed much. Or, maybe I'm getting so comfortable with barefooting that I didn't feel as self-conscious as I would have in the past.
We passed by an outdoor cafe on York Avenue and an older man -- sixties or seventies with a shock of white and brown frame glasses was reading the WSJ. He pointedly looked down at Lily's feet and up at the gaggle of parents to undoubtedly express his displeasure at the sight of a beautiful young girl joyously running barefoot down a NYC street.
I looked straight at him and smiled. He continued his disapproving stare. At this point it was a standoff. I kept smiling...neither one of us backed down until I passed the cafe.