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Weekend Writing Prompt #98 – Impervious

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thank you, Sammi!

Word Prompt

Impervious

Challenge

For the first time, my drafts folder has come in handy for a challenge. I remembered writing something that might fit this word prompt and with a little tweak and adjustment have made it work. Moments like these come and go with each of my two at various times and I don’t suppose I shall ever not have some form of this in my future.  Motherhood is a challenge I, at times, feel very ill-equipped for.

Your anger is your shield
An act to show you don’t care
Impervious and indestructable you
I know It’s all a big lie
Nothing but an act of bravado

I try to hug you when you hurt
You recoil to push me away
It’s not that I don’t want it, you say
I don’t need it
A sign of weakness, you think

It is so hard to be your mother
To not feel inadequate at times
All I want is for you to know
That all I want is your happiness
To know I love you as you are

 

76 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #98 – Impervious

  1. I enjoyed reading your poem, Dale. Such beautiful, heartfelt words from a Mom, not to mention the great photos. Yes, I’ve heard how hard and challenging being a parent to teenagers and grown children can be. Still, motherhood is a blessing. My little guy is going to be eleven next month. Soon he will be a teenager. They grow too quickly.

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    • Thank you, Adele. So glad it touched you. I had to go way back to have them hugging me 😏
      Each age has its challenges and it goes by in the blink of an eye!

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  2. Dear Dale,

    Thanks a lot for the tears. I’m obviously NOT impervious. But you know how well I relate to this. It’s amazing how it can come to fiercely loving your child, while at the same time disliking him intensely. But there I go making it about me. I’ll stop and tell you how wonderful this is. I raise my wineglass to you and say, “Cheers to mothers of men.”

    Shalom and many hugs,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle,

      It’s good to “wash one’s eyes” occasionally. I know full well this one hits home for you as well. Yes, one can love/dislike at the same time. It’s rather disconcerting, is it not?
      I.think Calvin said it quite well!!
      Cheers to mothers of men! 🥂

      Shalom.and Lotsa love and patience and all the rest!

      Dale

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  3. Children! Out of the box, they’re a gifted treasure. However, once fully assembled and operational one discovers said item(s) are not as advertised. In addition the owners manual is USELESS. Then your left to wing-it.

    I’ve always pondered who makes who. Is it the parent(s) that churn their off spring into good children. Or. Is it the off spring that mangle and sculpt their parent(s) into the model of ‘good parent’. The photos would suggest a bit of both.

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  4. Q,

    The trials and tribs all mean something. Even the losses become wins as the road gets ironed out with time. And all those trying moments, they’re all worth it. Because you find who you are inside them, and it’s good to know how much it all means. To be reminded.

    Beautifully penned, in 99 words. 🙂

    B

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