Passing Along A Lost Art
The other night I got to pass along a lost art to my son - shining shoes.
I decided to wear some cordovan (burgundy) shoes to work the next day. However, I noticed that they had become quite scuffed. I told Ethan that I was going to shine my shoes and asked if he wanted to help. I'm not sure he understood what I meant, but he said sure.
I retrieved my shoe shine box from the closet. You know the kind. It holds all the shoe shining materials and has a place for you to place your foot (in the shoe) on top of the box while working on your shoes. I set it down in the living room and went to get some newspaper to put down to keep the carpet clean. When I came back, Ethan was going through the shoe shine box asking what everything was. It was then that I realized several things.
First, I realized that in our disposable society, this was a lost art. Especially from my observations at meetings, trade shoes, in the office and at church. People just don't take the time to shine their shoes. They wear them until they are unattractive and then, simply toss them and get another pair. Second, it dawned on me that I had the opportunity to pass along something to my son that my father had passed to me. I remembered as a child, Dad would get his shoe shine kit out on Saturday evenings and he, my brother and I would shine our shoes for Sunday. They had to be clean and presentable.
The first thing I did was explain to Ethan what the different things in the box were. We looked at the shoe wax, the applicator brush, the buffing brushes, and the shining cloths. Then I had Ethan sit down on the hassock and put his foot in the shoe and hold it on the box for me. He watched as I applied the wax into a smooth coat. The whole time I called him "sir" and talked to him about his busy business life and what he did for a living. Once that shoe was coated in wax, we moved on to the other. I could see in his eyes that he wondered what was going on because the shoes weren't shiny, they were cloudy and dull looking.
Then it came time to buff and shine the shoes. He put the first shoe back on the shoe shine box and I began to buff the wax. The shine immediately began to come through. The wax and pigments had done their work. The shoe became bright and shiny with no evidence of the scuffs and dirtiness that we started with. His face lit up and he started giggling as the shoes became shiny.
After completing both shoes, we turned them around and presented them to the ladies, my wife and daughter for approval. They were both impressed and Ethan was so proud. I thanked him for helping me and told him I was now excited to wear them the next day.
Wow, an act so simple can be such a time of bonding between father and son. Shoe shining may be a lost art today, but my son will know how to do it.
Oh, and I did have someone comment on my shoes the next day. I was sure to pass that along to my son. That smile was unforgettable.
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