1.
The Boy’s name was Russel.
Russel was a Love Child and His Mother called him “Love Child” for sixteen years until The Boy Googled “Love Child” and was appropriately offended.
The Boy was brilliant--not in the manner of The Mother’s equal-yet-different brilliance--but in his own acutely-mathematical-problem-solving way. Hers was a creative-abstract-je-ne-sais-quoi brilliance. It is unlikely that The Boy and The Mother would have been friends had they come of age in the same decade; although stranger things have happened.
The Mother and The Boy were close. A Psychic had told The Mother that they had been mother and child in another lifetime; but that The Mother had died prematurely, leaving The Boy to be raised by an alcoholic father. The Mother was determined to ensure that this did not happen twice. It did not.
The Boy had strawberry blonde hair, sharp features, and small ears. The Boy found that The General Population is not fond of brilliant boys with strawberry blonde hair that love their mothers.
2.
As The Boy came of age he found happiness in the freedom of a driver’s license, the banter of Friends, and the love of The Blonde. The Blonde was equally brilliant—a peacefully-determined-garden-fairy brilliance. The Blonde quietly basked in The Boy’s brilliance, and he found God in hers.
The Boy and The Blonde were inseparable. The inseparableness of First Love. A love that explodes on the May 2-4 Weekend and blossoms in the haze of long summer days. And short summer nights. A love that solidifies in the crisp October air when the streetlights come on far too early.
The Mother reminded The Boy that First Love fades. That First Love comes with responsibilities and that What Happens In Paris can change First Love if First Love does not also go to Paris.
The Mother purchased a delicate gold chain and placed upon the chain a pendant of interlocking hearts and teeny tiny diamonds given to her by Baby Daddy. The Boy gave the chain and the pendant to The Blonde for her birthday. The Mother thought it only fitting. The Boy thought it was good. The Blonde wore the chain and the pendant like a beacon. The Blonde did not realize that beacon glowed with the power of her garden-fairy brilliance.
3.
Christmas Time arrived and The Boy had responsibilities—Schoolwork being the main one. He was almost 18 now. His Grades had to be Good Enough. He had to decide what he would do with His Future. He had to carve it in stone so that he would be An Upstanding Member of Society. The Boy was expected to pay dues, work hard, produce, and consume. He had to put his brilliance to good use in an appropriate manner. The General Population was watching expectantly. The General Population was waiting for The Boy to fail because of his strawberry blonde hair and small ears. The Boy should fail. The Mother’s son should fail.
4.
The Boy was stressed out and sad. The Mother was not.
The Mother was in no rush for The Boy to decide on His Future. The Mother knew that The Boy had Time. Time was on The Boy’s side because The Boy was just a boy. He had time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time.
He was just a boy and she had lots of room in her house and lots of food in the pantry. The Boy had lots of time to decide. Lots of time to be with The Blonde. Lots of time to allow his brilliance to glow. To shine. For his passion to present itself and to point the way.
The Boy’s name was Russel.
Russel was a Love Child and His Mother called him “Love Child” for sixteen years until The Boy Googled “Love Child” and was appropriately offended.
The Boy was brilliant--not in the manner of The Mother’s equal-yet-different brilliance--but in his own acutely-mathematical-problem-solving way. Hers was a creative-abstract-je-ne-sais-quoi brilliance. It is unlikely that The Boy and The Mother would have been friends had they come of age in the same decade; although stranger things have happened.
The Mother and The Boy were close. A Psychic had told The Mother that they had been mother and child in another lifetime; but that The Mother had died prematurely, leaving The Boy to be raised by an alcoholic father. The Mother was determined to ensure that this did not happen twice. It did not.
The Boy had strawberry blonde hair, sharp features, and small ears. The Boy found that The General Population is not fond of brilliant boys with strawberry blonde hair that love their mothers.
2.
As The Boy came of age he found happiness in the freedom of a driver’s license, the banter of Friends, and the love of The Blonde. The Blonde was equally brilliant—a peacefully-determined-garden-fairy brilliance. The Blonde quietly basked in The Boy’s brilliance, and he found God in hers.
The Boy and The Blonde were inseparable. The inseparableness of First Love. A love that explodes on the May 2-4 Weekend and blossoms in the haze of long summer days. And short summer nights. A love that solidifies in the crisp October air when the streetlights come on far too early.
The Mother reminded The Boy that First Love fades. That First Love comes with responsibilities and that What Happens In Paris can change First Love if First Love does not also go to Paris.
The Mother purchased a delicate gold chain and placed upon the chain a pendant of interlocking hearts and teeny tiny diamonds given to her by Baby Daddy. The Boy gave the chain and the pendant to The Blonde for her birthday. The Mother thought it only fitting. The Boy thought it was good. The Blonde wore the chain and the pendant like a beacon. The Blonde did not realize that beacon glowed with the power of her garden-fairy brilliance.
3.
Christmas Time arrived and The Boy had responsibilities—Schoolwork being the main one. He was almost 18 now. His Grades had to be Good Enough. He had to decide what he would do with His Future. He had to carve it in stone so that he would be An Upstanding Member of Society. The Boy was expected to pay dues, work hard, produce, and consume. He had to put his brilliance to good use in an appropriate manner. The General Population was watching expectantly. The General Population was waiting for The Boy to fail because of his strawberry blonde hair and small ears. The Boy should fail. The Mother’s son should fail.
4.
The Boy was stressed out and sad. The Mother was not.
The Mother was in no rush for The Boy to decide on His Future. The Mother knew that The Boy had Time. Time was on The Boy’s side because The Boy was just a boy. He had time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time.
He was just a boy and she had lots of room in her house and lots of food in the pantry. The Boy had lots of time to decide. Lots of time to be with The Blonde. Lots of time to allow his brilliance to glow. To shine. For his passion to present itself and to point the way.
Around the bend where the blacktop ends deadlines are negotiable.
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