short story

Just One Day


*I feel like I should preface this by saying that  had to kick start some creative flow today and so I ended up with this. I am posting this today in case I am too busy on Mother’s Day (doing laundry hahaha), so happy early Mother’s Day to all my fellow blogging mommies out there 🙂 Hope your day is blessed!!

 

The house was too quiet. There were no kids running past her door, or shushing each other so they wouldn’t get caught getting into all the goodies. There was no one jumping on her bed, and there were no sounds of little voices giggling as they hovered over her. This was surely a bad sign she thought to herself as she jumped up out of bed. She grabbed a lightweight robe from the back of her bedroom door and slipped it on and tying it loosely around the waist as she hurried down the hallway. She was still listening for noise, and growing more and more anxious as she continued to hear only silence. As she came into the kitchen, her eyes immediately settled on a piece of paper with familiar scribble. The piece of paper was a note from her husband.

Dear Abby,

            Happy Mother’s Day my love. I hope you were able to sleep in a little bit. I have taken the children for a fun day out. Please do not worry about cleaning anything or trying to do laundry. Enjoy the day and we will be back at 5:30 to pick you up for dinner. I love you and couldn’t ask for a better wife and mother.

Love,

James

Abby felt the smile all the way to her toes. Most mother’s days didn’t work out to be anything entirely special, between his schedule and hers. It had been so long since she had been away from their four beautiful children that at first she wasn’t sure what to do (or not do) first. There were a few dishes in the sink from last night and so she shrugged her shoulders and headed over to wash them up. There was a note taped to the faucet.

I am serious, unless you’re getting sustenance get out of the kitchen! Love you.

Laughing she decided to go take a nice long shower, uninterrupted by small people banging on the door and demanding use of the toilet. After she was done performing her live concert in the bathroom she toweled off and picked out a nice outfit to wear. Usually she donned a worn pair of yoga pants and a tank top while she was running around the house, no sense in destroying nice clothes! Back in the bathroom she pulled out her barely used makeup. She had small little wrinkles, probably only visible to her. Oh the joys of children, constant worrying that they are going to get hurt…or that you are causing what will inevitably be years of therapy.

By the time she was done in the bathroom she hardly recognized herself. This was the woman that existed before the husband, the kids, the house, and all the other responsibilities that came with growing up. Abby picked a book off the bookshelf, one that she had purchased not long ago, and at the time had full intentions of reading. For the next few hours she sat and read, it didn’t even matter at that point what the book was about only that she was able to focus on it for more than 5 minutes.

Abby loved her kids, would die for her kids. That did not mean that things were always easy, in fact they often were much harder than she ever imagined. Some days ended in tears (hers, not the kids), while others ended in a deep sense of pride. The truth of the matter was that she really didn’t do much of anything besides raise small children, and most of the time she was okay with that. She wondered if her husband had picked up on her heavy heart as of late and could see that she was struggling with what should have been the biggest blessing in her life…motherhood.

By the time five o’clock rolled around she had never been so relaxed, so clear headed. She touched up her makeup and hair and was ready to go when her husband pulled in the driveway. James left the kids in the car as he got out to hug his wife. “You look beautiful babe”. She smiled at him and hugged him as if her life depended on it. “Thank you so much for today. I really needed it”. He nodded and told her he knew how much she needed it, and he was thankful for all the hard work that she put into their family.

As soon as she slid into the front seat her kids were clamoring to tell her about their day. As they shared all of their funny stories from the day she laughed with them. Staring at her amazing family she realized sometimes it just takes one day, just one step back to give you the chance to enjoy life again.

© Ashley M. Nee 2013