This is beautiful.
This is beautiful.
It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.
Firstly Kat wrote her story:
“This is exactly how I found them Doctor. I don’t know what to think! Should I be worried that my sweet daughter has mangled her Barbie dolls?”
“Have you asked her?”
“I did. She told me she hated Barbie. Who hates Barbie?”
“Smart little girls, Mrs. Jones. I hope you’re listening.”
Smart Girls Part 2
I was not convinced by the doctor’s comments, so I asked for a second opinion. A lovely lady offered her services pro bono.
“Don’t worry Mrs Jones,” she said. “Have you checked the liquor cabinet? I think all young girls lose their heads some times. She just got a little legless!”
and here is a valuable lesson – source unknown
I was out walking with my 4½ year-old son.
He picked something off the ground and started to put it in his mouth. I took the item away from him and I asked him not to do that.
“Why?” my son asked.
“Because it’s been on the ground; you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty and probably has germs”, I replied.
At this point my son looked at me with total admiration and asked, “Mum, how do you know all this stuff? You are so smart.”
I was thinking quickly and replied, “All mums know this stuff. It’s on the Mum Test. You have to know it or they don’t let you be a Mum.”
We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes and he was evidently pondering this new information.
“Oh….I get it!” he beamed. “So if you don’t pass the test you have to be the Dad.”
“Exactly.” I replied with a big smile on my face!
I might have been Canadian!
My Mum was born in London, Ontario, of British parents, but returned to England as a tiny girl. She had a Canadian birth certificate.
I wrote in my earlier post today that “The joys of becoming a Mum must, for most women, be the absolute pinnacle of their life. Something we men cannot even begin to imagine.”
An even harder thing to imagine is the absolute pain and anguish of not being able to have children when your mind and body is telling you that you need to have a baby, you must have a baby, you desperately want to be a Mum.
I cannot even begin to understand how awful that must be and how helpless those ladies must feel.
Then, of course, there are those who choose not to have children, for whatever reason. My daughter is amongst these as she is severely epileptic, and has other health issues. She took the decision, very early on, not to have children.
I wrote the following a few days ago, having met an old friend, a lovely lady who I know would have dearly loved to have had children but, sadly, never did.
She would have been the perfect mum, but that was not to be.
She dreamed of babes, and sleepless nights, that she would never see.
She kept alive her forlorn hope for twenty years and more,
but deep down in her heart she knew, she really knew the score!
She always was the perfect aunt to many girls and boys.
She lavished them with love and hugs and far too many toys,
but deep down in her heart she knew, it sometimes made her glum.
She really knew that she was meant to be the perfect Mum.
UK Mothering Sunday was 11th March, but USA, Australia, and many other countries have Mother’s Day today, so Happy Mother’s Day to all concerned. I hope you are totally spoiled today!
The joys of becoming a Mum must, for most women, be the absolute pinnacle of their life. Something we men cannot even begin to imagine.
Thank you to every Mum!
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