Thursday, July 1, 2010

Darling Blogfest

I was searching for something to post, and found this little snippet in my archives. I can't resist posting it, even though it isn't fiction.  So, it's not quite a "darling" in the sense of something I didn't use in a WIP, but it is "darling" in the sense of a wonderful memory from my son's childhood.

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I was babysitting my friend's daughter today. I took the kids to the park and when we left, I strapped my son into his carseat while two-year-old Amy waited. Or so I thought.

I looked up to see her fingers in the crack of the van door on the other side. She had opened it with the handle and was pushing the sliding panel back, millimeter by millimeter, with every ounce of strength in her pudgy arm.

"No, no, Amy!" I cried, rushing around the van to rescue her. I helped her into her carseat. "Don't do that again, Sweetie."

Her brow furrowed and she focused her blueberry eyes intently on my face. "Why?"

"Because your fingers could get crushed," I explained. "The door is too heavy for you."

She frowned. "But I already opened it myself!"

"But it could crush your fingers." I demonstrated for her how the door could slide backwards once opened. "It would really hurt and you would cry and cry."

"Would it be an owwie?" she asked.

"A very big owwie," I said. "You would probably have to go to the hospital."

"Would the doctor come?"

"Yes, the doctor would come and the nurses and it would really hurt."

My son, who resents being scolded almost as much as he resents going to the doctor, listened with horrified detachment, but Amy persisted.

"And would my mommy see me and would she cry and cry?"

"Yes, she probably would," I said, thinking I had made an effective impression. "And you would cry too. So don't do that again."

I strapped her in and gave her her sippy cup, then prepared to shut the door, thinking of the errands I needed to run before we could go home and have lunch.

"Would I lie down?" Amy asked.


"Would I lie down?"

"Lie down where, honey. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Would I lie down at the hosabel?"

Suddenly I had a mental picture of her in a little hospital gown, lying on a bed with eyes closed and flaxen hair strewn across the pillow, while the doctor and the nurses and Mommy wailed and wrung their hands.

"Why are you laughing, Mrs. Hardy?"

Deciding to abandon the hospital, I replied, “Because you’re being very funny. Now drink your milk,” and shut the door.


  1. Very cute! This reminds me of my kids. Nice job! Thanks for sharing.

  2. Hi,

    Where would we be without ever present metaphorical "Health & Safety Officer" lurking in back of mind!?

    Thanks for sharing this little gem!

  3. poignant and sweet. thanks for sharing.

  4. Awww. How cute! Kids are funny and odd, but I love watching them and listening to how they interpret things in the world.

  5. The funny thing is, my son was afraid to open the van door until recently. (He just turned 8). Perhaps this episode is why! He was also two years old when it happened.

  6. That was sweet. Kids can be so hilarious...what a cute entry.

  7. ah, how sweet. Little kids can be so cute.


  8. Cute story! Kids say the funniest things. :)

  9. Oh, this was a nice change of pace. I loved the description "her blueberry eyes." What a darling little drama queen!

    I read a couple of your other recent posts and they are very thought-provoking. If only we could re-install and reboot our own systems. And I share your frustation of feeling like we have to write to the market. Sometimes I fool myself into think, if I just write ONE marketable book, then I can go back to writing from my heart and it will get published by default too. I'm a dreamer, aren't I? Grin.

    I know I am late commenting (I am late at everything) but if you have time, stop by and read my "darling." I certainly plan to stop by here again!

  10. Thank you, Margo. I will definitely stop over and read yours.


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