“Moootherrrrrrrrrrrrr!” my four-going-on-fourteen-year-old daughter growled. Hands on hips, she looked up at me through half-lidded stink-eyes because I wouldn’t hand over the fifth Oreo. Foreshadowing is a bitch.
That short snippet is a response to this weekend’s Trifecta writing challenge. I had to include the word “Mother” in a thirty-three-word or less post. The counter says 28, but I’ve got a bunch of hyphenated words in there, so I think I’m cheating. Oh, well:)
Here’s a challenge for all you creative people out there: if you know or have a stepmother, send her a shout-out today. She could probably use one!
Additionally, write about your mother, someone else’s mother, or if you’re a mother, write about yourself. I’m going to get busy doing the same. Additionally, wish me luck–today is Lil’ K.’s first EVER public performance of any sort. She is so excited! We are doing her ballet recital, sans drag queen. I’m one of the two ballet moms who sits with the class of three and four year olds and wrangles them into silence during the two-hour performance. I plan to bring snacks, and I have some rum ready for later.
I also realize that I will bawl my eyes out when I see my baby girl up on the stage twirling around in all her frou-frou. I must spend today conjuring a plausible explanation for my red-eyed reaction to her performance and seeking some extra water-proof mascara. Suggestions for explaining teariness to four-year-olds welcome below! Have a wonderfully creative day!