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Jimmy's New Shoes

by Marie A. Kennedy

It is September 28th, two days before our son's fifth birthday. His name is Jimmy, and he has a smile that lights up a room, sky blue eyes and curly hair. My husband, Chooch (Jim), and I are taking him to buy a new pair of high top tennis shoes. We arrive at the store and look up and down the display of shoes. Dad finds a pair with the colors of Jimmy's favorite basketball team. He shows them to him, and his eyes light up. "Let's try these! OK, Mother?" I look and find the style in his size, and he sits down on a nearby stool. I have a lump in my throat as I take off the shoes he has on. I then remove the braces he has worn since his diagnosis of cerebral palsy at 16 months old. His therapist had recently talked to his specialist, who agreed our pride and joy was doing so well that we could try a pair of shoes without braces, a few days a week. Jimmy was so excited to pick the pair he wanted. We are usually very limited in the selection that will fit over his braces.

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I bend down and adjust his socks and slip on the shoes. I lace them up, and just as I finish the second bow, Jimmy jumps down and looks at himself in the mirror. He has his hands on his hips, like Superman. We are all three excited, and I ask Jimmy to try and walk around and see how they feel. He takes a few steps and turns to see if we are watching. "Go on, Honey," I tell him; "you're doing great". I am holding Chooch's hand, and we both squeeze as we watch him walk faster and then almost run in his new shoes.

He has been walking at home without shoes or braces for months, but has had limited endurance. I am watching him march, now, with a great, big smile on his face. I look at Chooch and ask, "How much are they?" We both laugh. "Who cares," he answered. "Jimmy is getting these shoes." I put his old shoes in the box, and we pay for the new ones.

He thanks us as we walk to the car. He is riding up front with Dad, clicking his feet and admiring his new shoes. I am quietly sitting in the back, thinking of all we have been through, especially our son, to get to this point. Jimmy is humming as we go inside the house. He wants to call everyone and tell them about his new shoes. I suggested we call just a few people and surprise the rest at his birthday party. We have a large family that love and support Jimmy each step of the way. We make our calls and go through our nightly routine of warm bath, lotion massage, and a few stretches. I put his night braces on and kiss him goodnight. He again thanks me, saying,"Thank you for my new shoes. I love them! Can I wear them to school, tomorrow?" I assured him that he could. He fell fast asleep with his shoes right next to him on the bed.

As happy as I was, I was a little worried he wouldn't want to wear his braces again. The next morning, as I helped him dress for school. I talked to him about it. I explained, he could only wear his new shoes a few days a week. He said, "My braces are cool Mom. I can wear them, too. I bet Miss Cindy (his bus driver) will say, 'Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!'" When the bus came and Cindy opened the door Jimmy held onto the rail and walked up the four steps. He stopped at the top and said , "Look! Look at my new shoes! and no braces!" Miss Cindy said,"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!" He turned to me and smiled. He got into his seat and blew me a kiss and g ave me the thumbs up sign, like he always does.

I went back into the house, thinking about how his teachers and friends would react, and wishing I could see and hear everything. The few hours he was gone, I paced and wrote in my journal. I prepared snacks for his schoo l party, the next day. Chooch was decorating the house, the yard, and the mailbox for our big party, the next night.

I went outside to wait for the bus 15 minutes early. It was a beautiful day, and I could hardly wait for him to come home. I feel this way every day he goes to school, but, today, when the bus turned the corner, I wanted to run down the street and meet him.

The bus pulled up and he still had that big smile on his face. He blew everyone kisses bye. We held hands and walked across the street into the driveway. He then stopped and said, "Mother this was my happiest day ever." As tears welled up in my eyes, I bent down to hug him, and he wrapped his arms around my neck and said, "I know, me too." We both cried as we hugged each other and seconds later laughed together. He told me how his friends liked his shoes and how his teacher, Miss Susan, screamed when she saw them. I have a feeling she cried a little, too.

Birthdays are always special, but this one is dear to my heart. I could have popped with pride looking at the smiles of Jimmy's grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, watching him do some of the things we all hoped for, but were a little afraid to believe he could ever do.

He still wears his night braces and day braces without a fuss. I let him pick the days he wants to wear his new shoes. Jimmy is my joy, my strength, and the best of me. He verifies my belief in miracles and the power of love daily.


Marie A. Kennedy is a freelance writer/author who is happily married and living in Indiana. Writing has always been one of her passions. She has spent the last three years, off and on, writing THE STORY of her life and the lives of the family she adores.

To order My Perfect Son or to learn more about Mrs. Kennedy and Jimmy, visit The story, "Jimmy's New Shoes" was published in an online ezine Straight From The Heart (SFTH) in November of 1999. I retain all rights. The Kennedy family was taped for a PBS show, Across Indiana,, May 12th. The show aired on Memorial Day, May 29th (in Indiana and Louisville).


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