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Topic: Life (06/15/06)
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TITLE: Having the Time of Her Life | Previous Challenge Entry
By Lisa Vest
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Shelly jumped, startled by the loud noise, dropping the spoon dripping with brownie mix onto her just mopped kitchen floor.
“Oh, for cryin’ out loud, what’s going on in there?†Shelly yelled. She went to the family room to investigate the commotion.
As she entered the family room, her legs were taken out from under her by a big red fire engine. Fortunately, the playpen broke her fall, not to mention one of her fingernails.
â€Ouch! she said, shaking her finger as she extracted her torso out of the playpen. “What is going on here?†she demanded of her sons.
“We’re playing Superman mommy!†seven year old Bradley answered sporting a wide, happy grin.
When Shelly surveyed the new landscape of her family room, she discovered that the couches and chairs had been stripped of their cushions and had been thrown into a big pile in the middle of the floor. Apparently, the boys were climbing to the top of the couch and soaring to new heights of superhero power before gravity demanded a crash landing, right onto the pile of cushions.
“Bradley Michael and Josiah David, you two clean up this mess this minute. Don’t you know I just spent all morning cleaning up this room? How would you like it if I knocked over something you’d just built with your legos?â€
“That’d be cool Mom, it’d be like Godzilla invading the city!†laughed five year old Josiah.
Shelly rolled her eyes. “Boys, just clean up this mess, your dad will be home any minute!â€
“Aaawww mom, do we hafta? We’re havin’ fun.†Bradley whined.
“Yes, and you both need to be quiet, Hannah is still napping. I don’t want you to wake your sister while I’m trying to fix dinner. I’m making the brownies that you guys wanted, so if you want dessert after dinner, then this room will have to be put back the way I had it!â€
“Ok mommy,†the boys said in unison.
Shelly hurried back to the kitchen, this time, sidestepping the truck. She saw the chocolate splatter of brownie mix on her clean floor and groaned.
“When will I ever get to keep a clean house for more than 30 seconds?â€
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Shelly stretched as she awakened. Being careful not to wake her husband, she slipped her feet gently out of the bed and right into her efficiently placed slippers. She went to the bathroom where matching towels hung neatly on the towel rack. After showering and dressing, she opened the bathroom door to the smell of fresh brewed coffee, which delighted her senses.
Shelly headed for the kitchen. Flipping on the kitchen light, she paused to gaze at her perfectly spotless kitchen. No dirt on the floor. No dishes, cereal boxes, or crumbs on the counter. She got a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee.
Taking her coffee into the immaculate family room, Shelly sat down to have morning devotions. She opened her Bible to Proverbs 14. Her eyes fell on verse four: “Where no oxen are, the manger is clean. But much increase comes by the strength of the ox.†She looked around the room; every cushion in place, no books, jackets or toys littering the floor. No noise or commotion to interrupt her thoughts.
Shelly’s eyes were suddenly moist from the emotions welling up inside her. She knew she could paraphrase the verse to read, “Where no children are, the house is clean. But much joy and life comes from the energy and vitality of children.â€
In their childhood, Bradley, Josiah, and Hannah had certainly managed to see that the “manger†didn’t stay clean for very long, but their lives had blessed Shelly in incalculable ways. Shelly had her clean house now, but somehow she still longed for the days when the sounds, the smells, the “messes†of life filled her home.
Shelly realized, that’s what life was all about; enjoying every moment, the good, the bad, the messy, the clean and then treasuring those memories. Shelly remembered that day when the boys were trying to “fly†like Superman. She laughed when she thought how upset she got over their messes. All that time she was in hurry for them to grow up so she could “get on with lifeâ€. Shelly shook her head and laughed as she tearfully stroked a photo of her grown children she kept in her Bible. Turned out she was having the time of her life all along.
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If you're begging for a nitpick, you might go a bit easier on the adverbs in the second half...But nothing major at all.
Near the end, I could really feel her pangs of nostalgia (and which of us doesn't have them?) over the lost moments. And your final sentence is just right--very satisfying. Lovely work!
"All that time she was in hurry for them to grow up so she could “get on with lifeâ."
I sure hope the italics work in this sentence.
Blessings!
Trina<><
The writing is good. Your ideas flowed well.
Wow! This is a wonderfully sweet story. I can so relate to the "clean house or let the kids be kids" problem.
CONGRATULATIONS on the win! I've been away for too long. Now, you're in advanced! Way to go!