Once there was a little girl called Miss M. She was small, with dark brown hair and sparkly grey green eyes, and when she walked she was so light on her feet it was almost a dance.
At the end of a long and bustling day, Miss M and her big sister Miss E were playing outside with a big pink balloon. Miss M loved the balloon. It was round and shiny and made a wonderful ‘whumping’ sound as the two little girls batted it to one another.
The air was filled with giggles and hiccups of laughter and their Mummy smiled as she folded freshly washed clothes and piled them high, a soft tower of blooming colour.
But alas this moment of simple calm was not to last.
A loud bang, a sudden silence, then a cry. Footsteps running and a small voice…
“My balloon Mummy. My pink balloon.”
Miss E ushers her small sister forward, holding out the shriveled remains of their game, and their Mummy crouches down and opens her arms to a sobbing child, while reaching out to touch the cheek of her sad faced, blonde haired sister.
Miss M: ”W, w, why did it burst Mummy?”
And her Mummy thought for a moment, her head on one side, her lips pressed together, eyes focused on a small point on the rough brown wood of the fence opposite.
Mummy: ”Well, maybe…it bounced on the head of a little ant…who had very spiky hair?”
Silence.
The Mummy ventured a look at her elder daughter, and encouraged by a broad smile turned to Miss M, and was rewarded with a half sob, half smile.
Mummy: ”And maybe that little ant is now getting a cuddle from HIS Mummy because a big pink thing flattened his hair.”
Sobs turn into giggles. Tear streaked cheeks rub against a warm shoulder, and a small hand slips into another small hand as the two girls return to the garden to search for the ant with the flat hair.
And the ant with the flat hair?
He decided to go with curls next time as according to his Gran they’re much less susceptible to damage from the bouncing toys of small children.
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April 26th, 2009 at 3:52 pm
You’re a wonderful mother, you know. Every child needs one like you…
Sandi
April 26th, 2009 at 4:07 pm
i am absolutely sick to DEATH of those pointy-haired ants.
i am also absolutely sick to near-death of pointy-haired AUNTS, but that’s not relevant right now.
nice cover, jo-dear.
April 26th, 2009 at 5:04 pm
Oh good job, Jo!
That could be a children’s book in itself…
April 26th, 2009 at 5:24 pm
And mummy’s named Jo know best, too.
Excellent.
April 26th, 2009 at 9:14 pm
♥ will YOU be MY mommy?
April 27th, 2009 at 12:04 am
OH MY GOD!!! YOU ARE GOOD! MUCH RESPECT!!!! Once upon a time I was that good, but then I got old and Crumpy! These days I would have said “OH GET OVER IT!” Well to my kids anyway! LOL! To ones as little as yours I would have come up with something along those lines! Way to go!
April 27th, 2009 at 6:56 am
It’s amazing how you came up with that story so quickly and see how it helped! Fantastic job, Jo, you obviously know what you are doing.
April 27th, 2009 at 12:22 pm
Sandi thanks, I think I do ok most of the time, but I have my moments like we all do. Glad you’re recovering. So sorry you’ve been so poorly.
Zerilda, thank you my lovely. Sometimes daftness is a good thing. (From one daft lady to another.
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Mie thanks lovely. I had fun writing it like that.
Sybil, Mummies whose blog names are Sybil do pretty good too. x
Corey, I would so be your Mummy. Maybe we could take turns as I want to do some of the stuff you do with Sugar. x
Karisma you are so not old and crumpy. You are such a cool Mum and I bet your kids think you’re wicked.
Lovely Gossamer Woman thanks. Some of the time I know what I’m doing. ;D
April 27th, 2009 at 1:31 pm
That ant must have been wearing some of that really stiff hair gel (I think they use slug slick) to have that kind of an effect.Top marks Jo, thinking on your feet. Tidy.
Mya x
April 27th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
You’re so cool, the way you deal with life. Do you ever fear the day when your girls will say
“oh mum stop being so blumming ridiculous”
In the meantime, don’t you just love it?
April 27th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
And yes, I think that story could be a children’s book.