Friday, July 23, 2010

On Busy Mothers

On a warm summer afternoon, a young girl quietly sits on the couch in the living room. The sixth of eight children, she is barely five years old. She watches as her mother rushes from room to room in their small home. Her mother comes to a stop in front of her.

"What's wrong, mother?"

Flustered, her mother says, "Oh! I've looked everywhere, but I just cannot remember where I left the baby!"

Confused, the young girl replies, "But mother, you're holding her!"

Her mother looks down to see the baby sleeping soundly in her arms. She smiles and gently lays the infant in the young girl's arms. "Take the baby, dear. I think I need a nap."

1 comment:

  1. I love this vignettes. Is it a real story, or is this fiction?

    You write well (I just read through all your posts). Your personality shows up in your writing in a very real way. I'm reading.