By Wendy Taylor
Red-faced, eyes scrunched shut, tears rolling down cheeks, she pushes away from me. Her wails pierce my heart. I try to hold her close, but to no avail. She pushes away harder.
Once I was the center of her universe. I was all she wanted. All she needed.
I heat a bowl of mashed vegetables and a cup of milk.
The sobbing subsides. Gleefully, she opens her mouth. Greedy gulps. Her satisfied smile.
“Clever girl,” I say.
That night I put my maternity bras in a bag to take down to the charity shop, then consume a whole box of chocolates.
I needed to read this more than once because there is so much depth to it. The words took me back to my own experience of motherhood!
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Thank you. I put your thank you under some else’s comments. Just realised so corrected it. Your comments were valued.
It started with different scene in my head and ended with a different one. Lovely!
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Catchy opening lines. Excellent play with action words.
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beautifully written – such a relatable situation and associated feelings
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