Writing 101, Day Seven – Give and Take

Conversations on the way to school can range from silly to serious. This is one I will never forget.

“Mom, when I grow up, I’m going to marry you.”

“You are?” I said. A smile dancing at the corner of my mouth.

“Yes, I am, and I’m going to buy you a house, and I’ll protect you.” My little man, so young, and sweet. His earnest face turned up to mine.

“You won’t want to marry me when you’re older. Trust me. ” I said.

“Yes, I will.”

“What about Daddy?”

“Daddy can be married to you, too.”

“Why don’t we wait until you grow up, a lot can happen before then. Okay?”

“Okay.” He says, and suddenly the look on his face changes.

“Knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Blue”

“Blue, who?”

“Blue truck!” He bursts out laughing at his clever joke. His laughter is contagious, and I can’t help myself. We laugh like loons.

“Knock, knock.” He’s on a roll, but I point out that he needs to go. The bell will ring soon, and I don’t want him  late for class.

My Little Man

“Give me hug.” I bend down to wrap my arms around my son. He will make a fine man one day.

“I love you, mom!” He gives me a kiss and turns to run off. He is almost out of sight when he stops, turns around and waves. And then he’s gone.

I tell myself I won’t forget this moment when a son shared the promises of his heart.

This little boy only lives in my memory now, long ago replaced by a man. Every now and then I see traces of the boy in the man, and I’m wistful for a time when I could hold him on my lap and feel the warmth of his tiny hands around my neck.

Over the years, he has made many promises to take care of me, but only that once did he want to marry me.

 

Pat the Character: A Character Study

MaxineThe cruise is in November and my roommate is a woman I don’t know. Frieda is our mutual friend and the one to invite me on the cruise. It’s her idea that we meet, to see if we click. We meet at Seaway Mall’s food court for a coffee.

There are people you meet and like immediately. Pat is like that. Her smile is warm and friendly, her eye’s twinkle suggesting she likes to have fun. She doesn’t miss anything, storing what she sees in that sharp mind of hers.

Pat and I swap funny stories about Frieda, all three of us breaking out in laughter. We talk about our habits; I make funny noises in my sleep, so does she. We both need down time to recharge, we’re sound sleepers, and we don’t want a clingy roommate. We’re both easy-going and enjoy a good laugh. We will get along just fine.

Pat is a mother and grandmother, who I suspect gets in trouble for acting mischievously. I can’t help but think that her family adore her and enjoy her crazy antics.  She’s had a lifetime of responsibility and hard work, raising her family and caring for animals on her farm. Married and widowed twice, she now lives alone and likes it that way. It’s her time now, no worries or attachments tying her down.

Time spent with Frieda and Pat is comfortable and fun. Two Christian women filled with God’s love and a joy for life that is contagious. I can’t wait for November.

This cruise will be one fun water ride!