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There is a Season

2 Dec

Below is my 100 word (plus a bit) story in response to this weeks photo prompt from Madison Woods for #FridayFictioneers.  (The phot is shown below.) Thanks for reading and commenting. Be sure to check out the other stories  at http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/placeholder/ and don’t forget to post your own.

Last year deep in his winter, weakened by the effort of holding on through eighty-five turns round the sun, my father at last let go and was gone from us. When we buried him beneath the bare trees that grace our valley, my son, Scott, stood tall and straight beside his new wife as tears glistened in his eyes.

They’ve had their first child since then and named him after Alan. Scott’s long summer is just beginning; all around him life bursts forth in green riot and he sees only his season.

I write to tell him I love him.

Later he’ll understand as he walks the path I now tread beneath fall’s rustling eloquence.

Listen Well

2 Nov

 

When I was young this happened to me, only my mom didn’t teach me,  I just knew it on a very deep and basic level. And it wasn’t in answer to an assignment that I voiced my desire, but in reply to my tearful mother who had asked me after I had a lot of trouble with schoolwork, what I wanted to be in life. When I told her I wanted to be happy she cried even more, thinking, I’m sure, that her son was not the sharpest tool in the drawer.

It took me many years before I realized that I’d been right, that my answer had been an all encompassing affirmation for a life well lived, but that I didn’t have the words at the time to explain it to my mother. We were each trying to communicate the best we knew how, but our different perspectives and experience levels scrambled things hopelessly. To my everlasting regret we never did connect the way a mother and son should and were still struggling with crossed wires when she died of breast cancer at the age of sixty-two.

I’ve applied the lesson I pulled from the static of that day to my relationship with my son.  I’ve spoken to him of all that I’ve learned in life and told him to use the data to inform his decisions, but not to believe anything I say is the end all and be all on any given subject. Above all else I want him to be happy in life and so far, so good, he is. In addition, happily, there is no gulf between us, only love.

Patience is a virtue few have and even fewer learn. When talking with your children listen to understand, not to reply. Finding out who they are  is worth the work and the wait.

 

I love you, Mom.