The rules:
"Prompt-and-Share
Same rules as always apply, all stories must include at least:
- 1 conflict
- 1 resolution
- 1 character
- 1 setting
The "theme" for today is Change . Change can be a lot of things, from the loose stuff that jingles in your pocket, to the big stuff like births and death and there are many places for change in between, so be as creative or uncreative as you like.
300 word max pretty please"
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I've lived
a sort of backwards life. All the years of my youth spent concerned for the
comfort of my children. The time when all my friends were running all over the
map having the time of their lives while they had the energy to do so, I ran
around chasing toddlers and picking up messes and wiping little noses and
kissing boo-boos.
Then
worrying about having enough food and torn jeans and whether or not the
homework's complete. My little ones growing beyond my abilities to pick them up
into my hugs. Having to watch them run around the smaller map of town. Then one
by one leave on their own greater adventures.
My
children, don't live your lives backwards. Run while you have legs to carry
you. Breathe the wild winds in your hair and dance with as many friends as you
will or alone as you will.
I peered
into my future. It was an empty house with no where to go. My friends were no
longer running the map, but running after toddlers with snotty noses and potty
training -- no time their own. I'd already seen those sights. I wanted to gallivant
across the loops and lines. Places that inspired me and called me to see, but
my old body unable to carry me any more.
Old
enough to really feel the heart of a place, but too old now to see it. I can
only sigh and dream.
Then the
phone rings and one of my progeny pipes down the line, "Mom! Listen to
what happened!" And I smile and listen and travel with them where I can't
go.
I smile
and listen and am content. I can finally rest my bones.
