By Gears
There’s a mechanism inside me which silenced eighty-nine years of my life. Sure I said words, safe phrases, such as, “The cat’s fur feels soft,” and, “Please pass the potatoes,” but never anything upsetting or odious. I couldn’t bear offending anyone, especially you.
But when you wanted him to be perfect too, I flipped the lever, gears nearly atrophied, without hesitation.
No longer will I operate without feeling something innately profound. No longer will you scare me into senseless solitary stillness. You will never silence his splendor either. There’s a mechanism inside me that allows me to speak with integrity, finally.
I like this. Made me think of how many things I put up with or let pass without my opinion, but once I became a mom I found my voice. What was once okay to have happen to me is not okay to happen to my son. Was that what you were conveying? You’re writing really made me think and connect right away. I was right there with you. Thanks for sharing story.
So glad to see your story on line. Great piece of writing.
Thank you. ?
This comes across as more of a diary entry than a shirt story…….
Ah, that delicate little moment when one realizes he/she has a voice of his/her own! Great job!