I Admit It.

My name is MandyE, and I have a foot fetish.

A few weeks before the girls were born, one of our neighbors told me, “I just can’t wait to kiss their little feet. I love baby feet!”

Hmmm. By that point in my pregnancy, I’d heard all manner of strange things. I just nodded politely and thought, “That’s a little different.”

The girls were born, and I marveled over every nook and cranny, including their twenty tiny fingers and twenty tiny toes.

It wasn’t until they were a few weeks old that I remembered what my neighbor had said. Sleep deprived, house bound, and looking for motivation, I decided to give baby foot-kissing a try.

I was hooked.

There was definitely something about those teeny tiny feet…so soft and innocent…and those itty bitty toes… so wiry and new.

I remember inviting my husband to kiss the bottom of the girls’ feet one time. He looked at me like I was crazy…but I know he just didn’t realize what he was missing.

My guess is that most folks with such inclinations probably quit kissing their children’s feet when they’re old enough to walk, and get said feet dirty.

Certainly I have cut back on this activity, but I still indulge with a few little smooches immediately after bathtime.

It occurred to me yesterday that, while the frequency of my foot kisses has diminished considerably, I have found an alternate way to get a little “foot fix”. I was carrying Baby A on my right hip, and I realized I was playing with her dangling toes with my left hand.

The girls’ feet aren’t exactly teeny tiny anymore, but they still have the sweetest little wiry toes. And I can’t resist wrapping my fingers around them when I get the chance.

And then it occurred to me that one day, the girls will be older, and having their mom play with their toes might not be so cool.

Yeah, I’d better get my fill while I can.

I foresee a drastic increase in the number of “This Little Piggy Went to Market” games in my near future! Surely that will be kosher until they’re 12 or so, right?