The exhausted woman sat gazing dreamily out the misted window. Droplets of water fell in the billions towards the already soaked soil. The sound of the water on the tinned paint can outside surprisingly soothed her mind. This was the moment in the day she had been anticipating.
The three children were now tucked warmly beneath the duvet covers and the silence in the house was most definitely GOLDEN! She recalled the days events with a tiny smile. The morning went as usual with a buzz, getting the breakfast ready, making lunches, bathing droopy eyed kids and putting a load of dirty laundry in the washer. If she was lucky she would find time for a cup of coffee or tea. Morning traffic was the most monotonous part of the day. The cars moved like snails searching for a parking at the local school. The other mothers would wave to her in excitement as if to acknowledge that "were all in this together you know"! Back home the thought of preparing the days meal was a greater task than preparing the meal itself. Eventually after coming to a conclusion you realize the main ingredient is missing and you have to drive all the way to the supermarket in the traffic, again. At last lunch is prepared and all that remains is the garnishing of the salad which has to be done or else your hubby wont acknowledge that extra effort. Its back to school at 2 pm and after the kids eat, they have to be dropped off for swimming lessons. The house is ablaze with excitement as the kids fumble around for their swimsuits. At long last it is dinner and time for homework and the hour when hubby returns from work "dog tired" because hes been working very hard all day. "I really need a massage and some of that reflexology techniques you tried on me the other night" he says. "I am really tired" He whispers in between a yawn.
My lips are sealed at this point as I havent been doing anything all day except things that a housewife normally does.
So it is now that I sit looking out the window with aching arms and feet that I value my mother and all the mothers of the world. Maybe one day someone, somewhere will value me.
Last update : 12-06-2007 18:38
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