Sunday, March 1st, 2015

What Cultural Norms Around Bare Feet Taught This Mother in Guatemala

What cultural norms around her baby's bare feet taught this mom in Guatemala (c) Michelle Acker Perez

Before my daughter was walking, I rarely put shoes or socks on her tiny feet. We live in Guatemala, where the temperature never drops below 60 nor rises above 80. I used to throw her in the stroller or plop her in the swings, barefoot. When we did errands around town, her bare feet would hang out on either side of the ergo. As a new mom, trying to get a small person and myself ready most mornings, baby shoes and socks were a nuisance more than anything else.



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Until one day when a Guatemalan woman with dark hair and kind eyes and a baby tightly wrapped around her back, stopped me in the central square with a look of shock, “Anda descalza!”


“She’s barefoot?” It was more of a question, than a statement, as she gently held out my daughter’s foot for me to see, that yes in fact my daughter did not have socks or shoes on.


It was as if she couldn’t comprehend how a seemingly well-dressed, foreign mother could let her daughter be out in public descalza, barefoot. I had broken a cultural norm I didn’t even know existed.


My Guatemalan husband tells me that rich people let their kids walk around barefoot for fun because they can, but poor kids walk around barefoot because they don’t have another choice.


Having shoes was a status symbol that I had failed to recognize, because I have always had a closet full of shoes and I imagine my daughter will as well. When you have the privilege of choice, the converse is also true, you have the power not to choose something. But I had never considered what it feels like to have absolutely no choice at all. And the truth is, I may never really know what it feels like, but my husband does.


He didn’t have a lot of choices growing up. He didn’t get to choose what shoes to wear in the morning. In fact, he had just one pair of shoes; a black leather pair of loafers that his parents saved up for and bought him and his sibling each year on Christmas Eve. They were a gift that was expected to last the whole school year. Each afternoon when my husband walked through the cornstalk doorway afterschool, his mother made take off his shoes.


“Quítate los zapatos, mijo. You’re going to get them dirty.”


He then spent the afternoon walking around their dirt floor, barefoot.  The bottoms of his feet were never clean. It was not a choice, but rather a source of shame. He didn’t own another pair of shoes. No slippers, no sandals, just the soles of his feet and the black shoes that had to last him for the whole school year.



I have often heard poverty described as a lack of meaningful choices. When the World Bank asked 60,000 people living in poverty to describe, “What is poverty to you?” 90% of the time they described an emotional or physiological feeling, not a lack of material things. What people mentioned was lacking dignity and not having enough opportunities.  This is not to discount the very real physical needs of the poor, but it is to say that maybe, closely intertwined with these physical needs, is the ability to make meaningful choices. Because we all know that having the ability to choose is empowering.


My husband I and have talked a lot about the power of choice. It’s why the rich shop at a thrift store and are proud to announce their frugality and resourcefulness. Oh, yeah this sweater? I just got it at the Salvation Army. But they had a choice. Most likely, they could have gone to the closest department store and purchased a brand new sweater, but they chose to save a few bucks. The poor may shop at the same thrift store, but they are usually never as proud to announce where they got their sweater. Why? Because they didn’t choose to shop there. The poor often don’t have the luxury of another choice.


In Guatemala we have a section behind the market that locals affectionately call, “The Paca,” where vendors sell tables and tables of second hand clothes that have been bundled up and shipped down to Guatemala from the U.S.  I love scouring through the piles and have found quite a few cute shirts for me and some dresses and a jacket or two for our little girl. One afternoon we went to visit my husband’s parents at the home where he grew up. The same home where he and his siblings had to take off their shoes when they came through the doorway. Now there is tile on the floor and a secure metal door, but many of the scars of growing up in generational poverty are still there.


As my mother-in-law bounces my daughter on her knees, she oohs and aahs about how cute her back and white checkered dress is.


“Where did you get it?” She asks me curiously in Spanish.


Before I can respond, my husband looks at me and in perfect English, so she wouldn’t understand says, “Tell her you bought it in the states.”


Confused. I follow his request and lie, “Lo compré en California.”


In the car on the way home, my husband explains. “She wouldn’t understand why we would buy Elena’s clothes at the Paca. Growing up she bought our clothes there because we didn’t have another choice. It was all we could afford.”


I sighed.


I am usually one who believes the truth is always better. And yet I realize I don’t know the truths of growing up poor. I don’t know what it feels like to not have a choice because I have always had the privilege of options. I don’t know what it feels like to be a mother where the only kind of choice I get to make is between buying food for my family or a new pair of shoes for my son. Those are the “choices” the poor have to make.


The affects of growing up with such limited choices and opportunities run deep. Even when the physical circumstances improve greatly, it is harder to erase the emotional and physiological pain of living with such limited choices for years.


If poverty is defined as the lack of meaningful choices, I often wonder if wealth could be defined as having too many choices? In the United States, hailed the land of opportunity, is it possible that we have too many options?  Most people can agree that having more options doesn’t necessarily seem to make us more content and happy as a nation. In fact psychologists have pointed out that having more than three choices actually leads to increased stress and diminished returns on buyer satisfaction.


If the poor are often defined as suffering from have too little, I wonder if many of us are drowning from having too much?


That morning in the central square, as the Guatemalan mother held my daughter’s foot in her hand, I realized there is nothing that I could say to make her understand why my little girl is barefoot. Here I was making a choice to let my daughter go barefoot, when there was a drawer full of shoes and socks back at home. And yet here was a mother, with her baby on her back, who very well may grow up with just one pair of shoes for the entire year.


The woman leaned over and kissed the soft white skin on the top of my daughter’s foot, and I smiled at the dark haired little baby on her back. His deep brown eyes staring back at me. I thought of my husband. That could have been him. But he wouldn’t want me to have pity, no the poor don’t need our pity. Pity is what privileged people feel when they are uncomfortable. When I see a little kid like that, I have hope.



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Michelle is a born and raised California girl who now calls Guatemala home. She and her husband work in community development and are committed to raise a bilingual & bicultural daughter whose current favorite phrase is “mas beans.” Michelle writes about motherhood, marriage and life in between two cultures and countries at You can find her on facebook | twitter | instgram.

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  1. CommentsLinda Atwell - Out One Ear   |  Sunday, 01 March 2015 at 10:05 pm

    Michelle: This is an eye-opening piece. After just returning from Mexico, I see that we have so much privilege and we don’t always realize how it appears to others. We (and our traveling companions) appeared tossed money around on food and entertainment like we were wealthy. (In U.S. standards we are not. In Mexico standards we might be.). Many of the locals worked hard for every single peso. We likely wasted (on food) as much as they earned in a day. Your words, your perspective are so true and I appreciated being reminded. I hope I return to Guatemala someday and that our paths cross again. Thanks for this lovely essay.

  2. CommentsMichelle   |  Tuesday, 03 March 2015 at 9:01 am

    Hi Linda. Thank you. I too hope our paths cross again. I think the challenge of having the privilege of traveling is not to feel guilty and compare, but rather to learn to observe and listen. Sounds like you’re doing just that!

  3. CommentsIrina   |  Tuesday, 31 March 2015 at 2:23 am

    Beutifully written! I grew up in Soviet Union and I never had more than one pair of sandals for summer, one pair of shoes for spring and autumn and one for winter! But I didn’t care much, I had a happy childhood! May be because most of the families had same situation, most of the kids had strictly necessary things. I agree that too much choice and too many possessions lead to wanting more and to never be happy or grateful for what you have!

  4. CommentsEva Varga   |  Tuesday, 31 March 2015 at 7:34 am

    I love this post! What a great reflection. I have traveled a lot and lived in San Miguel de Allende, Gto, Mexico for a summer. On the flip side, I love going barefoot and consciously choose to allow my kids the choice as well. Your insight put a lot of my life experiences into perspective. Thank you!

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