A Thing Remembered.

"You said you would, and you didn't."

His brown eyes peered at me over his blanket.

Another day had passed

and the promise I had made the night before had gone unkept.

"I'm so sorry, Levi.  I don't know why I forgot.

I just got busy."

Busy.

What an empty excuse.

The use of it sounded as lame as it felt.

He is the patient one.

He asks for things quietly,

and then his older sister needs help with her schoolwork,

or his baby sister makes yet another mess that demands immediate response.

I feel as badly the next night when he says it again,

"Mom, why didn't you do what I asked?"

I don't even want to say it again,

but I do.

"I'm so sorry, Levi.

I really am.

I will really try to do it tomorrow."

I want to explain to him that my piles to be done don't seem to be dwindling.

The seat cushions for the porch chairs still need to be finished.

The living room wall still needs a final coat,

as does the trim.

There are countless other projects waiting,

as well as all the other usual housework chores.

But somehow,
I know all those explanations will just be words uttered to him,
words that say,
"Today, you just weren't important enough."

And so tomorrow,
I determine I will do it.

Tomorrow I will take the time to show my son

that he is more important than all the things that keep pushing him out.

Because as little as some things may seem to me now...

I know they are big to him.

And the look in his eyes as he watches me create

the promised wonder...

the "Ooooh," he says as he twiddles his little fingers in deep concentration as he watches it form,

 and the glee in his eyes as I hear him,

"Wow!  It really looks like it, Mom!"

Then he looks at it throughout the day,

up on the shelf away from his little sister's crushing hands.

He smiles at me

because I actually remembered,...

and I know he is worth it.

Linking up to the fun at

Jenny Matlock's Alphabet Thursday
the letter R.


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"Strings on her fingers"...

The following is a result of having to make Valentine Day Cards,

not only for my wonderful Farmer and children,

but also because I have always made them for my sister's little boys.

But as the boys grew,

and the number of them did also,

coming up with creative Valentines for 8 boys

often put me on the verge of insanity.

So,

please don't think that I normally sit around and do this sort of thing

all of my own enjoyment.

I have reused the bits I used for their cards

to join in Jenny Matlock's Alphabet Thursday:

the letter M.

And with that explanation,
here goes:

(I feel slightly better now.)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

My Muse

 Valentine's Day has now passed.

It was a day to show love to

those we love.

The Maiden of the Manor

needed a mite of mushiness.

After all,

she spends many moments loving her miniature mob...

often with measly mention for her mushy motions.

 Moms often spend their days

monitoring mouthy, meddlesome

miniatures.

 Managing those same miniatures' mouths,

making muffins of morsels to mash into them,

maintaining the medicating of them,

 and the managing the mandibles

still making their mandatory movements in them.

Mom also has to monitor Dad's majestic mannerisms...

 by methodically managing

her man's masculinity

with a kiss by her mushed up mouth.

 After all,

Mom has spent a whole year

majoring in manual machine-like maintenance

of such a motley crew

 as well as momentary members who 

meander through.

Certainly,

men and  miniatures measure up to some extra

muddling of most meaningful mentions on 

the day of big hearts and chocolate as well.

 After all,

who would we manage,

or mother,

 or mind,

or make well
or mushy up on
if the
main man

or the manually meager members
didn't need us to?

And who else would do these monstrous things with their fingers

 when there is mountains of other major things to be done?

I hope you had a wonderful Valentine's Day
and got some extra mushiness.

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The Quest for Right Pieces.

The quest for quickness in a puzzle race
May present a quandary to us of slow pace.

 But Grandmom's who are quick and quite adept
Can be equal opponents,
able to keep in step.

 Questioning, quaking,
Violet's unwilling to quit;

 The quiet table boasts a quantity
of queer pieces to fit.

I quote a truth of this quarter-hour's quest:

There's no quibble that time spent together
is, for these Queens, what is best.

Jenny Matlock: Alphabe-Thursdays

the Letter: Q