Challenges

Is a mother's love strong enough?

Missy sat on the glider on the back porch and observed the birds flitting around the bird feeder. It was a fine sunny day and she had her notebook in her hand, recording the birds' movements for a science project at school. A bluejay suddenly flew up and the rest of the birds took flight. She picked up a small stick and angrily threw it at the bluejay.

“Shoo! You stupid bird!” she hollered, “Stop chasing the other birds away!” The bluejay flew off with a raucous caw.

“Missy?” She heard her father's voice behind her. She turned to find him standing nearby with a woman beside him. The woman was very thin and had long brown hair. She was dressed in a checked shirt and black jeans and held a gift bag. She had an exhausted look to her as if she were just recovering from a serious illness. Missy almost didn't recognize her.

“Your mother is here to see you,” her father said. The woman's smile was a little hesitant, but warm. Missy froze for a few moments in surprise, then set her notebook down and got up from the glider.

“Hello, Mom,” she said politely.

The woman walked over to her and gave her a hug. “Hello, Sweetheart!” she responded. Then she held the girl at arm's length. “Oh, my gosh! Look how you're growing! You must be in fifth grade, now.”

“Sixth,” corrected Missy.

“Sixth! Of course! What's wrong with me?” her mother replied with an embarrassed laugh.

“Why don't you two have a seat and I'll get some lemonade,” said Missy's father.

Missy sat back down on the glider while her mother pulled up a patio chair. She reached over and tentatively stroked Missy's hair. “You're getting so pretty,” she said, “I'll bet you have a boyfriend by now.”

Missy shrugged and smiled shyly.

“I have a birthday present for you,” said her mother with a touch of embarrassment, “I know your birthday was three months ago, but... well... here.” She held the gift bag out to her. Missy looked inside and pulled out a large butterfly picture book. “I remembered that you liked butterflies,” her mother continued, “You even wanted to be one of those scientists that studies them.”

“A lepidopterist,” responded Missy.

Her mother snapped her finger. “That's the word,” she laughed.

“Thank you for the book. It's very pretty.”

Missy's father arrived with two glasses of lemonade and set them down on a nearby table. “Missy,” he said, “Why don't you show your mother the butterfly garden that we planted?”

Missy jumped up off the glider. “C'mon. It's over here,” she said with a gesture for her mother to follow her.

“I'll be in the kitchen if you need me,” he called after them.

He was scrubbing the stove top when Missy's mother stepped into the kitchen about forty minutes later. “I guess I'm ready to go, now,” she told him, “We had a very nice visit. Thank you so much for letting me see her.”

He gave her a nod. “S'okay.” He rinsed his hands and walked her to the front door.

“I can't believe how fast she's growing. And how pretty she is,” she said along the way, “And smart, too! You've done such a good job with her.”

“Thanks,” he muttered.

He opened the door for her and she stepped out onto the front stoop. Then she turned to him and said, “I've been sober for three months, now.”

He raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. “Really?”

She nodded. “I'm in a new program. It seems to be working for me.” She looked away and continued, “But it's hard. God, it's hard! I think about booze everyday. The only thing that keeps me sober is the hope that maybe...” she looked down like a child asking an adult for a special favor, “... just maybe if I stay sober, I can be a part of my daughter's life again.”

He looked at her in silence for several moments. “I'd be okay with that,” he finally said.

She looked up at him with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. “Really?!”

He nodded. “I think it would be good for her to have her mother back in her life.” Then he added with a stern look, “Sober!”

“Yes!” she nodded enthusiastically, “Absolutely!” Then she looked down again and stammered sheepishly, “And... who knows? Maybe... I could become a... a part of your life again... too.”

His face hardened. “I wouldn't count on that.”

She continued looking down and nodded. “Of course. I understand.” When she looked back up at him her eyes were moist. “But... it isn't out of the question?”

“Well...” his voice softened a little, “I suppose anything's possible.”

She laid her hand on his arm. “Thank you. I need that small glimmer of hope to keep me going.”

“But I don't want to mislead you,” he added.

She nodded. “I understand. I know I have a long way to go to earn your trust again.” He didn't respond. She made as if to hug him and then stopped herself. Instead, she turned without a word and started down the sidewalk.

“I hope you make it this time,” he called after her, “I really do.”

She looked back and smiled, then continued on. He closed the front door and shook his head sadly. “But we've been down this road soooo many times before,” he sighed to himself.

Author's Note

Suggestions and constructive criticisms are always welcome.

Reviews

[Kaya]

I love this, You've really captured her age bracket so beautifully here. Hesitant to trust but enthralled enough in her own world to want to share it with someone that deep down is still a part of her life. It was really lovely to read. You also captured the relationship between the Mum and Dad so well, which i expected a little, because you always do that so beautifully, but yet again you've done it in such an enthralling way. Even in your shorter stories there's always such a quick and easy connection to your characters. You write as though they're already alive and just sitting there for me to join for a few moments which is such a talent. I absolutely love reading your work.

[Craig2591]

Wow! What a wonderful review. Thank you, Kaya.

[S.J]

I really liked it. I wish it went on into more of a story. I thought the writing was well timed though. It didn't seemed rushed at all. I would probably make the conversations a bit longer, but then again it was fine the way it was. I think my biggest problem was that it didn't go on. I was expecting it too. The ending was though very good. In all i really liked it and want to read more of your work. Hope you keep writing. It was great!

[Craig2591]

Thank you very much. People often complain when my stories leave them hanging. But sometimes I like to tell a story that just offers a slice of the rest of the story. I'll let the reader decide if Missy's mom succeeds or not. Thank you for the review.

[Marie]

THis is awfully good. I don't really have any suggestions, exept that you try something a little more out of the ordiary.

[Craig2591]

Thank you, Marie.