There was a time when I found dirty little feet atrocious.
Dirty feet used to mean I didn't take the time to bathe my child or I was delinquent in getting shoes on them before they escaped the house.
These soiled feet meant that I must be so disorganized that I can't keep them in a scheduled routine for good hygiene.
Icky feet make the sheets sooty and they add to the unswept floors. Or maybe the unswept floors add to the unsightly feet?
But then I read a fantastically crunchy post about how beneficial it is for your body to let your feet be in contact with the earth a little each day. It said it was healthy!
And for only a moment I questioned it. Why?
I looked at my little barefoot twins gleeful faces race-crawling under the trampoline in search of roly-polies and any other critters for their little sisters.
I looked at the little barefoot girls squatting in the dirt under the clothesline carefully searching for ladybugs.
I saw Hammy also sans shoes playing in a jungle of tall weeds underneath the pomegranate tree and Bun beckoning him to join him from high up in the branches of the avocado tree.
And I decided dirty feet were a sign of a well-lived childhood.