In honor or Mother’s Day I am share the piece below from my author, friend, and fellow writer’s group member. Our assignment was to pick another group member and write a piece in their voice.
To be clear, the below story has not happened to me…. YET!
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“There I was, mamas, in the produce section of the grocery store, filling a plastic bag with Fuji apples while Hubby was sent to pick out a few Brussels sprouts. I finished before he did, and walked over to see how he was doing. I patted him on the tush and asked, “How’s it going, hon?”
To my dismay and deep humiliation, the man picking through the Brussels sprouts wasn’t my husband. I stammered out an insufficient apology, my face the color of the apples I had just bagged, wishing the floor would simply open up and swallow me—right there in the produce aisle. When my cooked spaghetti legs could finally move, I hurried away from the scene of the crime, looking bewilderedly around the produce section.
Whew! I found Hubby over at the sweet potato bin.
“What are you doing?!” I asked with deep consternation. “I thought you were with the Brussels sprouts!”
Hubby held up a produce bag of the sprouts and looked at me like I was losing it.
At first glance—or should I say, at first pat—it seemed that my husband hadn’t followed his grocery list assignment. But he had. And then he had simply moved on to the next item on the list.
Mamas, you don’t have to pat the tushes of unknown men in order to know that not all things are as they appear. It might seem that not being able to have babies of your own would shutter out any and all happiness from your home. It might seem that you can never fulfill your purpose in life unless you bear a child. Or three. But that doesn’t have to be the case.
Take it from me, the Master Mis-identifier. Before we mamas assume it’s our husband in the Brussels sprouts bin, remember: Not everything is as it appears.”
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