A warm, sweet-smelling bundle stirred in April’s arms.  Her precious baby girl.  She thought of her own mother, of all the things she didn’t know. The wild nights, stolen kisses, bad boys, ill-conceived romances, spontaneous road trips, the wind blasting her hair. The hidden scars.  She pictured her daughter years in the future with a head full of secrets, a chasm between them.

“What’s on your mind?”  Her husband asked, playfully tousling her hair.

“What she’ll be like when she’s all grown up.”

He grinned.  “Let’s just focus on today.”


The Moral Mondays prompt this week is THERE IS NO FEAR IN LOVE.



9 comments on “Bonds

  1. luckyjc007 says:

    Great story.. I’m sure there are a lot of mothers that can relate to this story.

    • Jenn says:

      Thanks, that’s great to hear since I’m not a mom yet. I was hoping it would sound realistic 🙂

      • luckyjc007 says:

        Very realistic! Our grandchild is now 10 and our daughter is already worried about the years to come and the challenges. We had some challenges with our daughter, but fortunately nothing bad happened. They will break your heart sometimes no matter how hard you try. Her and I have always been very close and when she turned 16 …wow…the independence really kicked in! It took a few years and then we managed to get back to the point we were at three years earlier.

      • Jenn says:

        Thanks! Yes, I can imagine it’s not easy parenting a teenager. I’m glad everything worked out in the end 🙂

  2. I love this! Great story!

  3. Nortina S. says:

    Well, you know that they say . . . our kids will give us twice more hell that what we gave our parents. I hope she’s ready. I know I’m not. haha!

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