She was 18 when her best friend told her about him. She had seen him before, walking by, all handsome and looking so kind but in those days, a girl simply didn’t talk to a young gentleman her parents didn’t know. Indeed, dating as we know it was not something anyone really did, particularly women.
So she had looked and dreamed and then one day her best friend had told her:
“He likes you and wants to meet you!”
Those few words would change the course of her life and a few months later, with the approval of her Dad, and following the proper courtship and no dating advice per se other than common sense, the two were married.
She had just turned twenty one, and she was beautiful, young, hungry, in love, her shiny black hair always impeccably kept. Her husband was a lucky man and he knew it and many a man in her neighborhood went home that day with an empty heart.
As a young couple they did every thing right. The early mistakes, the struggles to build a home, and the children, one after another, three new lives to care for, love, protect and guide. And from a young giddy teenager, this young woman turned into a mother as it had been written, way up there in the stars.
It was was a kind star indeed that had smiled at this world when she herself came to be. But that was then…
And now she was a Mom. And as a Mom she was fearless. And her husband, busy making a life for his clan marveled from afar at how well his children were being brought up. In those days, Dads worked at the office…
… And Moms… Well… Moms took care of everything else.
Eighteen years went by without so much as a whisper, or so it seemed and she cried for months as each one of her kids went on to college.
And even though it was as it should be, she struggled with a heart so large and a house so silent.
A home has a habit of looking for the sounds that once were and when they can no longer be heard the silence inside her walls becomes heavy with longing.
But his woman was like thousands of other mothers and just like that, she woke up one morning, dried her tears and went on to fill her house with her own smiles.. She baked, redecorated… And lived her life with all her heart.
And even though she spent her days happy, from time to time, she would look at the clock on the mantelpiece, clicking one way, and then clocking the other… Waiting for the next bell…
… And the next holidays when the kids would be back, and she would be whole again.
By now, she had shades of white in her gorgeous hair, a couple lines under her eyes, those inevitable signs that the life that she had lived had embedded itself into her. At the age of 41, this woman had lost none of her heart, and her husband could be seen purring with his own love.
Two more years went by and then one day…
Are you interested in learning what happens next? Here is where you can find out:
Hi Stevie,
The wife, the mother, the woman of the house is such an incredible position to be in… as you said she was the heart of it all…
I live in a world where I am sure everything would crumble into a heap if my wife did not have her fingure on the pulse.
Will have to read the ending to this …
Thanks for sharing
Cheers
Bryan
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Dr. Dad Reply:
August 17th, 2011 at 12:32 pm
hehehe You’re describing the position of nearly all husbands!
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Hey Stevie
Nice story, can’t wait for next week.
Peter
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Dr. Dad Reply:
August 17th, 2011 at 3:11 pm
Thank you Peter. I’ve got it ready but my wife doesn’t agree with the ending!
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Hi, Dr Dad,
I am curious for the rest of the story, so I will make sure to tune in again. The way you wrote the post is quite interesting, as it shows a woman is strong and yet sensitive. I particularly like when you wrote ” that she struggled with a heart so large and a house so silent”…sounds powerful in describing her character and troubles she is going through.
See you (read you) again!
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I really like the way you play it out that the woman does everything else. Cause that is the way it is a lot of the time. Although now a days with both couples working it may not be quite that.. although I do see it often where the wife is the CEO of the home and does most everything else!! I will be back to read the rest of the story!
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Dr. Dad Reply:
August 23rd, 2011 at 3:58 pm
Thank you Holly, yes, all too often, even today, mothers do most of the things in their households. Looking forward to your reaction to the next story in this series.
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You’ve woven an enticing little story that is full of heart. I’m not entirely sure however, if “purring with is own love” was a purring for her, his career or another. I suppose I”ll read the rest to find out where the story goes. Thanks
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Dr. Dad Reply:
September 7th, 2011 at 11:18 pm
Naughty thoughts! Purring with love of course!
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I love my mom so much, she’s one of the best mentor who taught and bold me how to become a better person. And now, being successful in my business and career, and owe this to my parents especially to my mom. Without her guidance, I wouldn’t be a successful person as what I am right now!
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I’m glad I’m reading this NOW, and not back when you wrote it and I would have had to wait a week to read the sequel!
I love your style of writing this story, and hope to see more of it in future posts. I’m told that people love stories, and respond better to them than lessons taught other ways. After reading this story, I believe it!
Willena Flewelling
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Hi, interesting story. I know that my mom misses me and my sister but both of us try to make time for visits. I know that she has found other things to fill her heart and her time as well. I think that can be hard, but it’s important so that your life doesn’t end when your kids leave. – Rob
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Dr. Dad Reply:
October 27th, 2011 at 12:45 am
It can be lonely for the old folks when the kids have left home.
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Beautiful story! You had me captivated the whole time. I am not yet married or a mother but my heart does go out to my mother in her empty house. Now I know why she always asks that we call her more.
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Dr. Dad Reply:
November 2nd, 2011 at 5:51 pm
Thank you Karen
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