Weekly Writing Challenge: the Difference Point of View Makes
Disclaimer: I haven’t written in a long time and I apologize if the below isn’t as detailed as the prompt required. This is a very rough draft; something to get my creative juices flowing. One day, when I have some time, I’d like to expand on the below story and come back to this post and make it a lot more interesting. This was written on a quick break from Mom-Duties.
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Fine With Time
The Almost 8 Year Old –
So Mommy says it’s His weekend again, and I HAVE to go. I beg, and plead with her asking her to PLEASE MOMMY, PLEASE don’t make me go. I don’t want to go – I want to stay here with you. Doesn’t she understand that this is my home; my home is wherever she is? I can always tell what day it is because every other Friday, I have to spend three days there. I don’t like it over there. SHE’S NOT OVER THERE. My Mommy is my best friend and she makes me go over there to spend time with someone who doesn’t understand me. He has not been around for years and I have to go over there. Bubby is too young to understand, he doesn’t see it how I see it. He likes going over there because he gets spoiled. I get spoiled too but it’s not the same. I just miss my Mommy too much.
The Mommy –
Sharing the kids never gets easy. It’s been a month since He’s been back in their lives and all he does is make a mess when he’s around. Who in the world gets to leave for years and come back when it’s convenient for them? Oh right – Him. The “Voldemort” of my life. I have to try and make it as easy as possible for the kids to become reacquainted with their biological father but where the hell am I supposed to start?
All of the memories we have together are full of pain and sadness. But I cannot let my sweet kids see that this is what I’m feeling. I have to pretend with L and J that everything is copasetic. The world is alright and will continue to be so as long as I put my Brave Face on. As much as I want to give in to L’s pleading – I know that this will only get easier with time. I have to make sure she realizes that this is going to be fine with time. That’s our motto. That’s going to be our motto: Fine With Time.
“Don’t worry, sweet L. You’ll always come back home to me. I’ll always be there to pick you up, and we’ll hug and laugh, and be just fine.”
“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
― William Cullen Bryant