Why Mom?

Reading Dale’s response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge has inspired me to have a go at it as well. Like Dale wrote, it’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these. You can read all about the CHALLENGE here, and this is the photo meant to inspire us:


And here’s my 150-word true-to-life tale:

“Mom, why’s that duck’s head and front blue? Did somebody dye it?”
“Why doesn’t the other have a blue head, too? Are they different kinds?”
“How come the one’s beak is yellow?”
“Why’s the brown duck’s feathers sticking up like that? Is it mad?”
“If they aren’t mad at each other, why aren’t they swimming together?”
“Why are the ducks only here in summer?”
“What do ducks eat when there’s no popcorn?”
“Where do ducks sleep at night?”
“If they fall asleep in the water, will they drown?”
“Why aren’t there any baby ducks? And why…”

Randi was trying her best to answer Frankie’s many questions as they strolled along the creek, but was feeling rather brain-strained when an older woman approached them on the walk.

The elderly lady gave Frankie a big smile and told Randi, “Someday you’ll think of this as the best time of your life.”

20 thoughts on “Why Mom?

    1. Thanks for your comment. This is so true: we don’t know that these were the good days until we’re looking back. Jesus told us to “Take no thought for the morrow.” He may have been thinking, don’t worry, but planning for the future can make us miss the good in today.

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      1. The rest of that Bible verse is also important. “For the morrow shall take care of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” We do borrow trouble (not good) and I think that’s a little different from planning for the future. Still, if we can learn to “be here now” it’s a wonderful thing. ❤

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      2. Also very true. I’ve had it happen that, in the middle of living my life and with many plans for “tomorrow”, the dark shadow of cancer brought my train to a screeching halt. Especially this last time when the doctor told me on the phone, “I’m afraid the test shows leukemia.” Suddenly tomorrow had vanished!

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      3. ❤ I am very sorry to read this. Growing up with my dad who had MS, a condition that was constantly and visibly deteriorating, I think I got what some people might call a "skewed perspective" on life. But I'm grateful for it. All we have is THIS moment. When I can get there, fully, I am happy and at peace with God and man. Maybe I "coulda' been a contender" but really it never interested me.

        A dear friend got a diagnosis of lymphoma. He had always been driven and ambitious — and was very successful. But the diagnosis changed his sense of importance. He got a golden retriever and centered his life on walking with his dog in the forest. He lived 5 years after the diagnosis — 4 years longer than the doc had given him — he told me that those were the happiest days of his life. ❤

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      4. Thanks for all your comments. Yes, MS is a serious threat to all future plans, a chronic uncertainty.
        At the time my doctor talked of leukemia, I had no idea there were two kinds, chronic and acute. I was hoping maybe I have a few months to get so many things done. (I’m so bad for starting projects!) Thankfully I had the chronic kind and am still here six years later. (Still hoping to get most of those same things done. Blush!)

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  1. Awww… So glad you were inspired to play with this poignant piece. Seems like just yesterday the “why time” was all day… (I’m waiting to press “post comment” as I’m listening to that wonderful Trace Adkins song!)

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