Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! Each Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our merry band in creativity. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Renee Heath. To read other stories in this week’s series or to join in, check out details on Rochelle’s blog site: Addicted to Purple. As always, I welcome honest, considerate or constructive feedback. Please leave a comment, and tell me what you think.
Note: I saw this photo and had a visceral response, that took me by surprise. It’s a picture of melted wax; what could be so stirring? Both of my sons are graduating in the next few weeks: one from high school and one from college. But, my older son will be moving far away for a while, and I am keenly aware that my time as his mom– when he still relies on me for comfort, advice, help– is waning. My youngest will go abroad for a few months, but he is still keenly anchored to home. He’ll be back. Not so with his brother. My boy, my older boy, has challenged me in so many ways over the years, but in just as many ways, I have grown from those challenges. I love my children in a way that makes me catch my breath sometimes– in a way that makes me see a photo of melted wax, and think about watching one more of my babies fly.
We ran the shower for hours. Steam became luke-warm, but I was afraid to turn the faucet off. Your little body was wracked with barking coughs– sounding like a seal. I held you, hoping to absorb some of your misery. The candle burned down, as I sat with you through the night.
Years have passed; your struggles have changed– life’s challenges, lessons in love– have replaced the long nights when I sat up and was your mommy.
As you graduate and fly away, I look at that old melted wax and see something more, where others see a mess.
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