Being Present

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Written for Prompt: Attention

V.J.’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #17: ATTENTION

For the first 20 years of my life, I lived with my parents and married three weeks following my 20th birthday. It was a freedom for me to leave my parents home with my new husband. In my parents’ home the less I spoke and kept to myself, that was their preference. The times were hard for them. Dad was in the Marines, this was 1943, Mom gave birth to a girl, me.  They never taught me how to do anything. They avoided me, mostly criticized me.  I had a good Guarding Angel on my shoulder; I did prosper on my own. By the age of 23, I had two beautiful children of my own. My parents’ pattern of behaviour crept in as my own. It was what I remembered about taking care of children. Luckily, I had a husband who had been cared for with tenderness and belonging. He taught me, “by his attitude and behaviour”, how to love and enjoy my two darling toddlers. It was then that I made a promise to myself: “to never treat my children as it had been done to me”. Today my own children say to me that I was the best mother in the world. Their friends loved to come over to our house for meals and sleepovers because it was fun at “our” place. My daughter tells me: “I don’t know how you did it Mom; you always had supper on the table for us, every night, night after night”. Both my children often reminisce on all the good times they had in their childhood, praising us as parents.
Today my daughter has a remarkable relationship with her own child. It warms my heart to feel the love they both have for each other.

A Cinquain poem
Being Present

Moment
Swiftly vanish
Requisite attention
Soft-hearted communication
Second

Hélène Vaillant©

 

 

 

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