Polishing A Diamond Times Two
Benson climbed into his father’s wingback recliner with his favorite book of nursery rhymes. The huge chair engulfed the four year old boy squirming into a sitting position.
“Jack and Jill went up the hill, looking for a quarter. Jack fell down and …”
Linda heard her son before she located him. “What are you doing, Benson?”
“This is a good story, Momma.”
“Did you sit on Daddy’s lap and look at that book?”
“Um, hmm. Do you want me to read you a story?”
“I would love it. What happened when Jack fell down?”
“Uh,,,Uh… Benson pointed at the page and began tracing his finger across it. “Jack fell down and said, ‘you tripped my daughter.’ That’s so funny, Momma.”
“Is that all it says?”
“No, Momma. Listen.” Benson pushed his finger across the page. “All the king’s men didn’t put him together again.” Benson drummed his heels against the chair, laughing. “That’s so funny, Momma.”
“Oh, that’s great. Jack and Jill and the king’s men. You love reading with your Daddy don’t you?”
“Um, hmm. Can I have a cookie, Momma?”
“After supper. It won’t be long.”
“Do you want to hear Mary’s lamb?”
“Can I look at the pictures while you read?”
“No, Mommy. You sit there.” Benson pointed to a foot stool, and then turned a page in the book. “Mary told her lamb to scram. She told the king’s men to go eat ham. What’s scram, Mommy?”
“Didn’t Daddy tell you?”
“No, he just read the story to me.”
“Well, he taught you really well, I must say. Do you want me to get you another book while I fix supper?”
“There are more stories in this one. I like the turtle and snail race, too.”
“My, my. You remember everything Daddy said, don’t you?
“He taught me how to read, Mommy. He said he was going to A-fan-i-stand and I needed to read on my own. When’s he coming back, Mommy? I miss him.”
“I know, Sweetie.” Tenderly smoothing Benson’s unruly brown hair, her wedding ring sparkled in the lamp light. She kissed him on the top of his head. “I miss him too.”
“I’ll be your big boy, Mommy. That’s what Daddy told me to do.”
Linda stood, wiping a tear from her cheek. “Maybe he will call tonight on Skype and you can read to him.” A giggle escaped as she noticed the book in Benson’s lap. “My little man, Daddy forgot to tell you something. You can read better if you turn the book around.”
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