I Challenge You to Challenge Me to Write
I am submitting two individual and totally different stories for this week's August 15 Writer's challenge as noted here: https://similarworlds.com/3724831-I-Challenge-You-to-Challenge-Me-to-Write/2867716-WRITERS-WEEKLY-CHALLENGE-FOR-AUGUST-15-2019-WEEK?com_id=33452876&sort=1
I present my first story...."What Was It Like?"
[c=#800055][i]“Dad?”
“Yes Punkin’.”
“What was it like?”
I looked at my daughter quizzically. “What was what like?”
She was leaning back into the recliner. Her swollen feet were propped up and her hands rested and rubbed on her maternal belly. “What was it like when you first saw me?” She wasn’t looking at me as she asked, but was looking into space, as if gazing into the future.
I smiled. My baby was going to be a mother in a couple months and I was going to be a grandfather. My goodness how time flies. But when I looked at the young expectant mother before me, I didn’t see a 25 year old woman. I saw my baby…just as I saw her that first day.
“Oh baby…you were so very tiny. When the doctor held you up, you began crying that little cat-like howl. The nurse washed you and then handed you to me as they attended to your mom after the Cesarean Section.”
“Why didn’t she have me by natural birth?”
“Well Punkin, your umbilical cord was all tangled and they were afraid it would wrap around your neck.” She hugged her tummy and said that she recalled us mentioning that before.
“Anyhow, as I held you, my heart burst with a love like I’d never felt before. You were the most beautiful thing on earth. And in my mind, you always will be.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “So what did I look like?”
“Oh, you were a so tiny in my eyes! But you were strong! As I held you in my arms, you were already kicking me in the chest with your feet and those chubby little thighs. It’s no wonder you liked to play soccer so much when you got older!” She chuckled at the thought.
“But Punkin, the one thing I’ll always remember was as I held you, and after you calmed down, your little hand reached up. I’m sure it was just a little involuntary movement or reaching for nothing at all. But your teeny little fingers grabbed my finger. They were so small but you had such a strong grip. I felt you. I felt you holding onto me with all the strength of your young life. It was as if you knew that I was your Daddy. Always there to protect you. Always there to love you.”
She smiled at me. “You are my daddy! And soon, you’ll be her grand-daddy.”
“Or his,” I joked.
“Yes…or his.”[/i][/c]
I present my first story...."What Was It Like?"
[c=#800055][i]“Dad?”
“Yes Punkin’.”
“What was it like?”
I looked at my daughter quizzically. “What was what like?”
She was leaning back into the recliner. Her swollen feet were propped up and her hands rested and rubbed on her maternal belly. “What was it like when you first saw me?” She wasn’t looking at me as she asked, but was looking into space, as if gazing into the future.
I smiled. My baby was going to be a mother in a couple months and I was going to be a grandfather. My goodness how time flies. But when I looked at the young expectant mother before me, I didn’t see a 25 year old woman. I saw my baby…just as I saw her that first day.
“Oh baby…you were so very tiny. When the doctor held you up, you began crying that little cat-like howl. The nurse washed you and then handed you to me as they attended to your mom after the Cesarean Section.”
“Why didn’t she have me by natural birth?”
“Well Punkin, your umbilical cord was all tangled and they were afraid it would wrap around your neck.” She hugged her tummy and said that she recalled us mentioning that before.
“Anyhow, as I held you, my heart burst with a love like I’d never felt before. You were the most beautiful thing on earth. And in my mind, you always will be.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “So what did I look like?”
“Oh, you were a so tiny in my eyes! But you were strong! As I held you in my arms, you were already kicking me in the chest with your feet and those chubby little thighs. It’s no wonder you liked to play soccer so much when you got older!” She chuckled at the thought.
“But Punkin, the one thing I’ll always remember was as I held you, and after you calmed down, your little hand reached up. I’m sure it was just a little involuntary movement or reaching for nothing at all. But your teeny little fingers grabbed my finger. They were so small but you had such a strong grip. I felt you. I felt you holding onto me with all the strength of your young life. It was as if you knew that I was your Daddy. Always there to protect you. Always there to love you.”
She smiled at me. “You are my daddy! And soon, you’ll be her grand-daddy.”
“Or his,” I joked.
“Yes…or his.”[/i][/c]
