TITLE: BBNB5-Three Young Mothers
By David (The Goliath Assassin)
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Three young mothers. Friends at worst, neighbors at once, teachers at best.
Laughed a lot together, raised kids together, shared the same roots
All made mistakes with men they’d known.
Raised their mistakes together and made us all… almost feel planned.
Carol with her Kermit the Frog phone… I’m not sure I’ll ever understand that!
But it was nice to see that someone had some playfulness still…
Jan and all her recipes… most of all her Jello Jigglers. Not to be out-done.
Rachel… With her incredible ability to get inside a kid’s head and predict their thoughts.
Knew us all better than everyone else. Better than we knew ourselves.
Three young mothers.
Cried together, learned together, went their separate ways.
All incapable of keeping us safe in a world gone totally wrong.
Taught us all a lot about life.
Learned with heavy hearts all the things their children taught each other.
I’d like to think that had things all been different… had there been nothing to learn…
I’d like to think that they’d all still be friends. The prospect makes me tear…
I wish that God would let it be that they were put into each other’s life
For more than just a lesson on why their kids should get happily married first.
A reason or a season… the reason works, but can’t be hung on display.
A season would do them all more justice. I want to hear them laugh again.
I wish I could reverse all that has been done.
To make it okay for their children to hate. To be ashamed to meet each other later on.
I wish we could see what life would have been like had The Offender not intervened.
But God allowed these things for a reason. We’ve all learned so much.
And were it possible to pay a price and rewind by giving all the knowledge back…
I’m not sure I would. We’re all stronger now… to the detriment of our collective past.
I don’t feel I’ve said my piece yet… and I wonder if I ever will.
I’d like to meet them all again. I’d take every smoldering spear.
Is there a sufficient amount of time to wait for forgiveness?
Does that period of forgiveness ever expire?
Will I ever again look at that photo and feel peace...
The peace I felt when it was taken?
Or will the memories tied to these young mothers always remain bittersweet?
Will I always remember Jan’s first house?
The freedom I felt for myself, and the terror I felt for Jackie?
Will I always remember the look on Carol’s face when Michael told her the truth?
Will I always remember waking up one day to find my book bag gone…
And relive the story I made my mother share
Of being face-down on the ground with a gun pointed at her head?
Thank God for the neighbors I was with.
The people we have seen and the places we have lived...
The failures we have weathered, and the successes we’ve earned.
We couldn’t have done any of this without each other’s help…
And sadly, we were both the cause and the remedy.
Three young mothers and their mistakes they raised together.
It’s a wonder they all kept going. We owe it to them to do better…
We owe them our very lives.
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