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Weekend Writing Prompt #208 – Solitudinarian

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom bloggers out there celebrating.  You Brits have already done so in March!

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.  Boy, did Sammi ever go digging for this one!  Heck, WP doesn’t even recognise the word!

wk 208 solitudinarian

May 12, 1996, Mother’s Day.

Baby is due June 21.  “Sorry, you’re not a mother – yet!” was jokingly said.

May 25, 1996, son is born.

A joyous day that is filled with fear

All is not well with his heart and he succumbs

January 17, 1997, son dies.

May 11, 1997, Mother’s Day.

Still not a mother.

I feel like a solitudinarian ~ not physically ~ I am surrounded by loved ones

but in my heart. I might as well be elsewhere, alone

 

March 31, 1998, son is born

May 10, 1998, Mother’s Day

There is no denying this time.

I am still a mother.

My kids and me

 

 

95 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #208 – Solitudinarian

  1. What hardships you have had. Yet you have two sons. Although you will always end up doing the dishes, you are always mom and always loved. Happy Mothers Day, Dale.

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    • Dear Rochelle,

      Yes, I was officially a mother on May 25, 1996.
      Happy Mother’s Day to you as well!

      Shalom and lotsa motherly love,

      Dale

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  2. Beautifully done. “I feel like a solitudinarian ~ not physically ~ I am surrounded by loved ones

    but in my heart. I might as well be elsewhere, alone” sums up how grief can make one feel

    alone in company.

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  3. Mama Q

    Once a mama, always a mama. You were a mother from that very first time. And the heartbreak of your experiences only served to make you that much better going forward. Learning and adapting and loving, most of all that.

    And not for nothing but? I had no blessed idea there was such a word. So while I would love to give WP some shit for not being recognize a word, I really can’t since I would not have been able to pick this word out of a lineup if you put it in there with a toaster, an ironing board and Ryan Seacrest’s hair plugs.

    But to you beautiful mama, well penned.:)

    B

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  4. No wonder we are pals, Thunder!
    Our lives could not be/have been more different, but it is through the kaleidoscope of our experiences that we are kindred.
    You are definitely brave to tell us all of your heartaches. Then, when you tell us of a joy, we jump up and down with happiness. Dichotomy and juxtaposition are at work.
    I’m too afraid to talk about the bad things… not so much sad, but bad, that happened to me.
    I’m not a mother. I can never know what you know.
    Happy Mother’s Day, belated! xoxoxo

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