Short Stories

Disengage

Munchkin: Mom.

Me: No answer.

Munchkin: Mom!

Me: No answer.

Munchkin: Mom why won’t you answer?

Me: No answer.

Munchkin: Mom, if you don’t answer you’re gonna have a time out!

Me: No answer (while squeezing in a laugh).

Munchkin: Mom I’m gonna start counting. You better answer by the time I get to 5!

Me: No answer. (Dying silently of laughter).

Munchkin: Well mom, you are in big trouble now. Don’t you hear me calling you? Do you want me to call grandma? This is not the way to behave! What’s the matter with you? This is your last chance. MOM???

Me: No answer.

Munchkin: THAT’S IT! YOU’RE ON TIME OUT. YOU STAY RIGHT HERE IN THIS ROOM. NO COMING OUT UNTIL YOU SAY SORRY!!!

Me: Finally…

Munchkin: Was that an apology?

Me: No answer…

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* Munchkin is my 4 yr old daughter. She is quite a character. Visit other posts under the tag #parenting or #singleparenting for more of her antics. ☺


Contents written: May 23 2016  |  Originally published: June 4 2016  |  Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


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Conflict of Peace

I love this poem!
The line, “We are peacemakers” speaks to me at this moment as this is my rest day — my primary focus being peace and relaxation.

Had to share this with you too. Enjoy! 🌷

July 16 2016

One Woman's Quest

We are peacemakers,
declaring commitment;
celebrating life, diversity.

We stand at the water’s edge,
contemplate forever, pray for
serenity, believe in harmony.

Watch as past dalliances,
like old lovers, drift away,
become memories forgotten.

We are supporters, lift up
the down trodden, extend
hearts and hands in aid.

Rescuers, fearless vessels
surfing the ocean of tears
saving lives for the cause.

Withdrawal is preferential
to conflict, introspective
in our peace-loving stance.

We are hosts, expecting
hospitality, unprepared
for hostility, taken aback

Submission lost to fear;
partnering with revenge
spoon out poison, turn

the tables, defend sanctity,
reposition selves as victims
flee our former stance; attack.

Alarmists engage in paranoia,
see only turbulent skies at
the water’s edge, disbelieve

We must hold fast to ideals,
embrace humanity’s potential
be responders, not reactors

Recover our sanctity, reunite
in a vision of peace, remember
that celebration trumps strife.

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