Sainthood (Original)
Title: Sainthood
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed One-shot
Summary: Written for Prompt #4 at your_verses. Futuristic personal piece written about my Mom.
Prompt: Can't take a good day without a bad one
Disclaimer: All mine do not take.
Distribution: None
I woke up this morning with a smile, the one that hadn’t left my face since I brought Rowan home from the hospital, until today.
Today Mom was coming over for coffee and to hold her first grandson. It was going to be the perfect day, the kind that will linger in the recess of your mind forever treasured. You’ll think back on it years from now and it will cause that smile to grace your lips again.
Mom couldn’t be there when Rowan was born. He was named after her father; but I never knew him. He passed away when Mom was still young and something about the name seemed fitting; like paying homage to a man that you just felt was great.
Mom was a little later then she thought because traffic was backed up. I told her I’d come pick her up but she likes to be independent every now and then.
When she did arrive she was so excited, but the stiffness was visible. It’s what happens when she gets excited or stressed, she just freezes up. Slowly, like water running down the window in winter. It starts off moving fast down the window and then gradually it slows down till it quits moving and becomes motionless. It just shatters my heart when I see it happening before my eyes. Inside I beg for someone to heal her, thinking that she doesn’t deserve what’s been handed to her. My mother has to be the most wonderful person. Her heart is beautiful, strong and loving, always there to cheer you on and pick you up when you stumble. I don’t know how I would’ve made it without her on my side.
She got comfortable in her chair. Yes her chair; my husband and I bought it especially for her so when she comes over she can sit without getting stuck.
I brought Rowan to her; her face just glowed as he snuggled into her embrace. I caught myself before the tears trickled down my face.
It only lasted for a moment because the shaking started up again. Rowan got restless and began to whimper in protest of the jarring motion. I watched her face turn from perfect happiness to confusion, then through sadness, and hurt but it rested on pain. I thought it hurt me to see her freeze, but this was far more painful. I wanted to crumble to the floor and scream out my anger; to take the disease away from her, and let her go back to what she was before. Her lip started to quiver and I crumbled. My world tilted and I hung in mid-air for a moment before I fell to my knees, with tears pouring down my cheeks, still silently praying for a miracle.
I sat that night in her chair and wondered how much more painful it was for her. For me it was full of anguish but I just had to watch. She had to live through that experience. Every good experience in her life for the last 6 years has been tainted by it. My respect for her has always been high, but that night she ascended into sainthood.
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed One-shot
Summary: Written for Prompt #4 at your_verses. Futuristic personal piece written about my Mom.
Prompt: Can't take a good day without a bad one
Disclaimer: All mine do not take.
Distribution: None
I woke up this morning with a smile, the one that hadn’t left my face since I brought Rowan home from the hospital, until today.
Today Mom was coming over for coffee and to hold her first grandson. It was going to be the perfect day, the kind that will linger in the recess of your mind forever treasured. You’ll think back on it years from now and it will cause that smile to grace your lips again.
Mom couldn’t be there when Rowan was born. He was named after her father; but I never knew him. He passed away when Mom was still young and something about the name seemed fitting; like paying homage to a man that you just felt was great.
Mom was a little later then she thought because traffic was backed up. I told her I’d come pick her up but she likes to be independent every now and then.
When she did arrive she was so excited, but the stiffness was visible. It’s what happens when she gets excited or stressed, she just freezes up. Slowly, like water running down the window in winter. It starts off moving fast down the window and then gradually it slows down till it quits moving and becomes motionless. It just shatters my heart when I see it happening before my eyes. Inside I beg for someone to heal her, thinking that she doesn’t deserve what’s been handed to her. My mother has to be the most wonderful person. Her heart is beautiful, strong and loving, always there to cheer you on and pick you up when you stumble. I don’t know how I would’ve made it without her on my side.
She got comfortable in her chair. Yes her chair; my husband and I bought it especially for her so when she comes over she can sit without getting stuck.
I brought Rowan to her; her face just glowed as he snuggled into her embrace. I caught myself before the tears trickled down my face.
It only lasted for a moment because the shaking started up again. Rowan got restless and began to whimper in protest of the jarring motion. I watched her face turn from perfect happiness to confusion, then through sadness, and hurt but it rested on pain. I thought it hurt me to see her freeze, but this was far more painful. I wanted to crumble to the floor and scream out my anger; to take the disease away from her, and let her go back to what she was before. Her lip started to quiver and I crumbled. My world tilted and I hung in mid-air for a moment before I fell to my knees, with tears pouring down my cheeks, still silently praying for a miracle.
I sat that night in her chair and wondered how much more painful it was for her. For me it was full of anguish but I just had to watch. She had to live through that experience. Every good experience in her life for the last 6 years has been tainted by it. My respect for her has always been high, but that night she ascended into sainthood.