February 4, 2011

TRDC - Joy and Pain

This week's assignment:
The premise of the contest is to write a piece of flash fiction - it should be no more than 600 words and should take no longer than 3 minutes to read aloud. And the requirement for this particular one is a character MUST tell a joke and a character MUST cry. One character can do both.

The Result:
Maggie had a thousand errands to do. Just thinking about them all made her a little bit sick. And she knew with 3 year old Ben in tow, it would take...oh about eleventy billion times longer. They had been sitting in traffic for about 20 minutes. And with each second that passed, Maggie felt even more overwhelmed. She never had enough time.

As she raced through the list over and over again trying to make sure she didn't forget anything, Ben chattered non-stop in the back seat. He needed very little encouragement to keep his side of the conversation going. An occasional, "mmhhmm" or "yup" from Maggie, and he was off and running again.

Maggie had become a master at tuning out the running commentary. There always seemed to be something more pressing, more important, just more. She happened to glance in the rearview mirror and caught sight of Ben. And she saw him. Really saw him. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks. All she had ever wanted was to be a mother and now she was letting things like the dry cleaning and getting the right pitcher for her Bunco party overshadow her sweet little boy.

She inched her way to the side of the road, turned the car off and let the tears come. How had she gotten to the point that she took Ben for granted? How could she have let all these silly tasks become more important? Maggie thought she may never stop crying.

“Mama? Mama? MAMA!”

“Yes love, I’m sorry. Mama is just…”

“Mama? Guess what? Knock, knock”

“Knock, knock? Ummm…who’s there?”

“POOP!”

And then Ben exploded in laughter. The absolute joy rolled off him in waves. Maggie sat very still for a minute, and then she giggled. And then she chuckled. And then she roared with laughter. Just she and her amazing Ben on the side of the road gasping for breath, it was exactly what she’d always wanted.

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Sara, you need to compile a book of short stories! Not only did this one make me laugh out loud, but it also reminded me of what is really important in life. What a good way to kick off my day! :)
Ah yes, I'm quite familar with a good poop joke in my home. :)
Great post! You reminded me of all I ever wanted to be as well, and now I'm thinking that going grocery shopping this afternoon might not be as important as doing puzzles on the floor with my girls.
Our kids are the best at snapping us out of it!
It is so easy to loose sight of the important things in the midst of all the errands and tasks that life throws at us.

I need to be reminded of this.
It would be nice if we could just enjoy our kids without life getting in the way, wouldn't it? Sigh.
Most excellent. I love it. It's so true that sometimes we need to take a moment, stop and LOOK at our kids. Really look at them and remind ourselves what's most important.
I loved that Ben response was to tell a joke with what I'm sure is one of his favorite words and that the joke allowed hin to say it really, really loud.
I love this! It's so funny how the word "poop" can make a kid explode with laughter. That and "butt"--my kids are never in a bad enough mood that can't be cured with a few well-placed "poop" and "butt" jokes.
It's so true how much life gets in the way of life. I laughed at eleventy billion, it's so true.
So many stories about life I can relate to today. But ah, those simple moments. The joy they bring...
This was awesome. I loved that Maggie took a moment to really stop and smell the roses. Or the poop joke. Whichever. ;)

I think this is a story that every mother can relate to. How many times have I found myself in a similar situation and then had to take a hard look at my priorities.

Great post.

(Visiting from TRDC.)
Ah, universally funny poop.

I do this all the time. I realize I'm not listening to my son, and then when I tune back in, I'm always so glad I did. Glad, and more than a little swamped with guilt.

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