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The Mother Inside



The mother inside smiles a lot and hugs her children every day, and tells them she loves them. She reads them a story every night and sings to them quietly until they fall asleep.

The mother inside spends countless hours playing with her children; she will sit on the floor with them, at their level and pretend for hours, delighting in their laughter and silliness. She has never forgotten what it is like to be a child and has many fond memories from her own childhood.

The mother inside lets her children help in the kitchen when she is cooking and baking. She sets a chair beside the cupboard so they can roll out cookies and help peel potatoes. She loves having them at her side, and warms at the thought they will do this with their own children some day.

The mother inside finds joy in the small things, like doing laundry for her family, cooking, cleaning, because she knows that some day they will do the same for her. She knows that her children will appreciate all the things she has done for them while they are growing up.

The mother inside does not spank or yell at her children, but instead try’s to reason with them in a way they will understand. She is patient and kind, with endless hours spent reading parenting magazines and books,  become even more amazing than she already is.

The mother inside goes to every parent/teacher interview, volunteers for the school and drives her children to countless activities after school. She is never late with breakfast and loves putting little surprises in their lunch bags along with  homemade cookies and sandwiches.

The mother inside makes their Halloween costumes each year, and bakes goodies to hand out for treats.

The mother inside goes shopping with her daughter for a prom dress, they have lunch at a restaurant, and laugh about the movie they want to see together. She is proud and filled with joy to have a daughter so loving and kind.

The mother inside is radiant with happiness, as she attends the graduation ceremony for her children, and marvels at how grown up they look on the stage. They smile and wave at her, blowing invisible kisses that melt her heart.

The mother inside is there every time her son and daughter need a hug of encouragement or want to forget the terrible date they just had. She smiles and says, “everything will work out”, even after one of her children says she is stupid and a terrible mother. She does not cry because she knows they are saying it in a fit of rage, and it doesn’t really count.

The mother inside does not exist.


Daily Prompt: The Clock


Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, use the sentence, “I heard the card door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”




true story

When I was still quite young, I learned the importance of always being on time. My mother was like this, so I suspect that’s where I get it from. This can be good and bad, because those of us who are punctual get rather annoyed at the people who think it’s no big deal.

My first date happened when I was about thirteen, my exact memory is rather foggy, I was a teenager with hormones running like a steam engine. One of the boys who rode the school bus with me asked me out one day, and rather abruptly I might add. “Do you want to go to a show one night?” He was a few years older than me, and at that age it seemed like a big deal. He was in high school! Whoa….

He was kind of a weird guy, but of course I agreed, being awkwardly shy at that age I really didn’t know what else to say. “Sure, ok.” Wow, intelligent response. Saturday night rolled around, I had been ready for hours. I kept pacing up and down the hallway, trying to look natural. My mother must have been a nervous wreck. I casually walked into the kitchen and looked out the window, for the tenth time.  I sat down at the table, and flipped through a magazine…tick tock, tick tock. I heard the card door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. 

He was quite late, and the date turned out to be a disaster. When we got to the movie theatre, we rushed walking to the door. He didn’t want to hold my hand so tugged on my arm to hurry me along, even though he was the one who was late, lol. What a doorknob; needless to say there wasn’t a followup evening out.