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!
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.
Here’s to the complex realities of motherhood, of loss and worry, hope and love, memory and heart.
xoxo
Na’ama
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How beautifully said, Na’ama. Thank you.
xoxo
Dale
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xoxo back atcha!
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💞
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Of course, you are a mother.
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Of course I am! I have the grey hairs to prove it 😉
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😁
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Sending love and wishes for a beautiful Mother’s Day Dale ❤
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And to you as well, Rene 😘
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😊🥰
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Quite a journey. Happy Mother’s Day and I hope the boys treated you today.
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It was. Thank you!
And yes, they have. I’ll keep them after all 😉
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Good for you … on all counts.
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🙂
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All the feelings, Dale. And all of what Naama said, too–the complex realities of motherhood.
❤️❤️
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Oh boy are there feelings tied to motherhood! And thank you. 💞
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You’re welcome! ❤️
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Such a sad and touching story.
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Thank you, Ang.
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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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I’ve had a few. But they do make me appreciate what I have now. And yeah. But NOT today! They are taking care of everything!
Thank you, Tim. I’ll have to share the picture of the Lobster eggs benedict today!
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That is sweet of them. Your are loved dearly. Lobster eggs Benedict sounds interesting. I take it its eggs with lobster or is it actually lobster eggs?
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It was. And I must be (thought they try to hide it). Poached eggs, on top of lobster with the Hollandaise sauce… Soooo good.
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Sound delish.
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It was. So rich. So decadent.
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You should have decadence on Mother’s Day.
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You are right, of course 😉
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Dear Dale,
On May 25, 1996 you became a mother. That never changed. That’s your story and I’m sticking to it ❤ Happy Mother's Day, my dear friend.
Shalom and lotsa motherly hugs,
Rochelle
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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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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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Thank you, Derrick. It was a weird time. So many moons ago 😊
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You ARE still a Mother, Dale… an amazing one and no longer a solitudinarian, but oh, all those feelings… Hugs hugs!
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I know I am! And I was then, too! And I thank you. Hugs hugs back!
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🤗😘🤗😘🌻😘🤗😘🤗
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😘😘😘
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🌺🎶🌟⚘🌻❤
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🌻🌷💐💞
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A lovely joyful photo of you and your kids Dale. The poem is very moving.
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Thank you, Andrea. It is a fun photo!
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Experiencing the loss of a child is unimaginable. I suspect the joy from your two other boys has filled that hole to an extent. Happy belated Mother’s Day.
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And yet it happens every day. And you are right. The other two filled that hole (there will always be a spot for Austin). Happy Mother’s Day to you, Monika!
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All our children touch our hearts in their own special ways.
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Absolutely. Even when they drive us nuts 😉
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Yup…it goes with motherhood, hand in hand.
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Makes things more… Interesting, shall we say….😏
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What a poignant take on the prompt, Dale. Well done!
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Thank you so much, Jan. 💞
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Every time you work a prompt, I think, where will her ideas come from? Every time, you deliver. Thank you.
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Oh shucks! Thank you, Janet. I do like to go outside of the box, when I can 🙂
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Beautiful and gorgeous and gritty and real, friend. Hugs to you and thank you for sharing . . .
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Awww. Thank you, Kristine! I can’t believe he would have been 25 on the 25th of this month. Must be why I “went there”… Thank you for your lovely comment,
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Sometimes life can really suck. Glad you found the rainbow.
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It does like to challenge. I always look for it. 😊
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That has me tearing up. My love to you. You’re not my mother, but you are a mother
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Aww thank you, Cristina. Oh, I have the grey hairs to prove I’m a mother! 😉
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So have I, but they’re buried beneath the purple!
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Some days I’m tempted to go back to dying but I’m rather liking the zero effort!
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My daughter refused to colour her hair for several years. Until she looked in the mirror & hated the look of it. She colours it now. Makes it shine, and alive
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My silver shines…😉
Still… Who knows if I’ll keep it or not? Nothing I like more than change.
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Colour gives us more vibrance; lifts the mood
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Great. Now I’m drab!
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No. Not at all. And when mine was just sparkling, I was pleased with it. But it’s now, kinda close to complete.
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I hear ya.😉
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🙂
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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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You know what I say since having lived through all that? It made me realise that once a woman stops drinking and smoking and eating raw fish and all the things she does to care for her child growing inside of her? She starts being a mother then. Of course, only when you have carried them for nine months do you realise it. And I thank you for your lovely words.
Isn’t it a great word? Better than recluse or hermit, dontcha think?
Gracias, caro mio.
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I think you are a remarkable woman firstly and a sensational mother on top of that. Maybe I’m biased . . .
So much more interesting.And you know where it’s going . . .
De MUAHDA!
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Now you have me all verklempt! But I shall absolutely allow the bias, since, yanno…. it’s mutual.
It is! To the file!
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Verklempt is yet another one to add to the file. You’re really cooking, yanno that?
The judge says the bias shall be allowed for the win!
Again!
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I’m just trying to keep up here!
The judge is a good judge.
Yes!
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Judge of the Year
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I’m rather partial to this judge.
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Both!
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Dale, you are honest and brave telling your story of motherhood. You have been a mother through early tragedy and uproarious fun times with your boys. Belated Happy Mother’s Day 2021 <3.
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Thank you, lovely Ina! I know we’ve all had our share of things. A belated Happy Mother’s Day to you as well!
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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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Indeed.
That’s what makes things interesting – differences that we can still find our kindred spirited(ness).
I don’t know that I am brave but I am true. And we are all different in how we deal with life’s challenges.
Thank you, lovely Sorceress! xoxo
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xoxoxo
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xoxo
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A bit late, but Happy Mother’s Day 🙂
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Thank you, Trent 🙂
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Wonderful Poem
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Thank you, Phyllis!
So nice to see you here!
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Thanks, I’ve never learned how to use this site, but at least I was able to comment this time. Ha!
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Woo hoo! So… you have a blog that you don’t use?
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Yeah, I have a few posts. I made a new one today.
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Oooh! I have to go see!
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Motherhood starts at conception and never ends so you’re set
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This is true. You make sacrifices for the sake of that little being growing inside of you…
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https://poets.org/poem/we-are-seven here’s another reference to the permanence of the immediate family~
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What a beautiful poem…thank you, Larry.
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