Big "Red" Shoes

I'll admit it.

I have big feet...long, narrow, (but beautiful) size 10 feet.

A bit challenging growing up, since all my friends wore size 6-8. I always missed out on sharing the cute shoes to match my cute little outfit. For some reason, most of these cute shoes were red (a hard color to forget). I still sigh when I walk into the shoe department, and I have to walk past the first few isles to get to the 10 and above shoes. Honestly, do they not think women with bigger feet want to wear the cute styles that the petite feet get to wear?

There are advantages to having water-skis (as Mook lovingly calls them) for feet. I can cover a big distance in shorter amount of time, I can use my strong toes to pick clothes up off the floor, and give anyone a good swift kick in the rear. But most of the time, it's just me and my big feet in a small-feet world.

Some of the most famous little red shoes are Dorthy's beautiful ruby red slippers...only a size 6. Yet another pair I can't fit into. But the allure of these famous red shoes is hard to ignore...it would be worth wincing in pain to fit into these fabulous shoes only for a moment!

There was a positive energy that these shoes held for Dorthy the whole time she wore them, yet she wasn't able to recognize their potential until the end of her journey. Glenda the good witch comes to her rescue, only to tell Dorthy that she had the tools to return home all along: just by clicking her shoes. The beautiful (little) red shoes.

I have recently come across a pair of "red" shoes that are just my size. However, they are "big" shoes to fill. The person who wore these shoes before me, is a big act to follow, but I am honored that she is confident that I will take care of her "shoes".

I am so happy to share that I am the new blogger for Redbook's Infertility Diaries. I am beyond honored for this opportunity to continue sharing our journey, educating others about infertility, and connecting with those who are looking for support. I know how important it is to connect to those going through this journey, and I hope that I can help at least one person not feel so alone...

I wish it were as easy as clicking my heels to return home; home being the innocence before infertility. But I truly believe that I am meant to stay in Oz for a while to lead others out. I don't want to be left wandering down the yellow brick road forever, but I (unlike Dorthy) am fortunate to realize the potential of the shoes I am putting on before the end of my journey.

I am not leaving my "jeans" behind! This will always be home--I am hopeful that I can reach out to more people through Redbook who need the excellent support that we all have found in this blogging community.

Hope to see you over at the Infertility Diaries--it's a whole new adventure, and I am looking forward to sporting my swanky new SIZE 10 red shoes...