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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Mothers (05/02/05)

TITLE: Slipping Through My Fingers
By Nancy Hardy
05/08/05


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I stand at the window watching the little girl laden with school books, lunch box, and an absent minded smile begin her trek to Miller Elementary School. I let my palm rest upon the beveled glass - its coolness ceasing the trembling of my hand. Bravely, I wave good-bye. The realization comes so suddenly that an involuntary gasp echoes through my reality - unveiling my heart, providing the truth that she is … slipping through my fingers.

Lately, the only time I have with my daughter is in the wee hours of the morning as I watch the sleeping child bathed in moonbeams and pixie dust. The stars paling as her deep brown eyes twinkle with realization that I am in the room; only to soon be shadowed by the heaviness of sleep - the gentle smile, never leaving her beautiful face.

I run my hand over her downy head and whisper, “What goes on in that little head of yours? Do you miss me, when I don’t see you for days and only have time for a quick kiss and a short bedtime story? You never complain sweet girl, but what, oh what, is it that you think about until your eyes give way to sleep? Annie, my big, little girl, you have had to grow up so fast.”

I hear the hall clock chime the sixth hour. Once again, I’ve stayed up all night on a pointless mission to answer unanswerable questions. Today’s schedule is packed. An early meeting leaves me no time for the cuddle I want so much to give her. Reluctantly I rouse my sleeping beauty, rushing her through the morning’s activities.

While preparing a quick breakfast, we say little to one another. As I hand her a bowl of cereal, I pause - what is the look in her eyes? Is it hope, maybe expectancy? The gaze is fleeting - offering a sad smile just before digging into the multi-colored rings, floating on their sea of white.

There is an overwhelming desire to stop the world long enough to, at least, see my only daughter grow up. There is a need to pause life and keep time from stealing what is the most precious thing in my life… Annie.

I stand at the window watching the little girl laden with school books, lunch box, and an absent minded smile begin her trek to Miller Elementary School. I let my palm rest upon the beveled glass - its coolness ceasing the trembling of my hand. Bravely, I waved good-bye. The realization comes so suddenly, that an involuntary gasp echoes through my reality - unveiling my heart, providing the truth she is … slipping through my fingers.

I dash to the door taking the steps two at a time, trying to reach her before she get onto the bus. I pick her up and spin her around until we are both dizzy and the onlookers think I’ve gone crazy. It is then she knows I have grasped her slipping fingers and am pulling time back together. She buries her head into my shoulder and begs me to never let go.

“Not a chance babe, not a chance. How ‘bout we go to the park?”

“I bet I can swing higher than you,” she cheekily boasts. Grabbing my hand in her tiny one, she pulls me in the direction of the swings and back to that place where everything matters.




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Lynda Lee Schab 05/09/05
Oh it's true! They DO grow up too fast. Sometimes I want to do the same - grab hold of my babies and never let go! Thanks for the reminder to savor every moment. Well done!
Blessings, Lynda
Dixie Phillips 05/09/05
Thanks for the reminder. Your story reminded me of a Bill and Gloria Gaither song.... The lyrics go like this: We have this moment to hold in our hand and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand... Yesterday's gone and tomorrow may never come. We have this moment today.....
Peggy Yengling05/09/05
The writer has a beautiful way of reaching into a mother's heart and sorting through all the emotions that surface day after day. This is an article that is 'felt' and absorbed. And the memories come flooding back! Excellent!
Helga Doermer05/09/05
Reminds me of 'Ground Hog Day', but this mother got it right the second time around.
Dori Knight05/09/05
This was one of my favorites. I have been here:

"The realization comes so suddenly that an involuntary gasp echoes through my reality - unveiling my heart, providing the truth that she is … slipping through my fingers."

You paint a beautiful portrait of a mother's heart.

Reflective and celebratory at the same time.

Thanks for sharing this piece.
Cheri Hardaway 05/10/05
One day we are watching them toddle, the next they are graduating, and then they are getting married. That's how fast it goes! Enjoy every step of the way! Every stage has special blessings. May we all take the time to smell the roses along life's way! Thanks for the reminder! Blessings, Cheri
Suzanne R05/13/05
I was right there with you, you described it so well.
dub W05/15/05
Hope the judges view this one...it got me.
Crista Darr05/16/05
Wonderful! You've filled me with thankfulness for another day WITH my children. This is truly a winning entry.
Debbie OConnor05/16/05
Beautiful Nancy! I loved every line. Thanks so much for sharing it!
John Hunt05/16/05
Beautiful story, very well penned.
David&Dee Jobes05/21/05
Beautiful Anointed article of a Mother's Love!
Oh Your Daughter is so Blessed to have a Mom like you and you are so Blessed to have her as your Daughter. God is so Good.

In Jesus Love, your sister,Dee:)

"Numbers 6:24,25,26"
Sharon McClean05/22/05
Oh Nancy, this is so touching and brings back such precious memories. My children are all grown now, but recently I looked at a picture where all three were so young and tears began to well up in my eyes. They are gone forever, my children are gone. They are wonderful adults now, but how QUICKLY they grow up. ("she pulls me in the direction of the swings and back to that place where everything matters.") That is so true! Love, Sharon

Mitzi Busby06/10/05
Oh, this touched my heart so deeply. Wow! There is nothing like rubbing their silky hair as they sleep or hearing them say "I love you". You blink and they have grown a mile. Every moment is a treasure.