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Date Posted: 02:08:21 07/01/11 Fri
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: Vignette 3 - Mama Watch Me!
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "Such a Good Man - Elena's Story" on 02:02:39 07/01/11 Fri

Vignette 3 – Mama Watch Me!

“Mama, watch me!”

She watched as little Adam peddled his tricycle across the gravel driveway, pumping as fast as his chubby little legs would allow. She laughed as he did a mini-wheelie at a particularly sharp turn. She clapped as he pulled to a stop in front of the door.

“It’s time for your nap, Adam.”

“Just 5 more minutes, mama?”

That was Adam’s favorite phrase. Just 5 more minutes to play a game, just 5 more minutes as Michael read him a bed time story, just 5 more minutes as Michael played the cello trying to get Adam to fall asleep, just 5 more minute as Adam hugged Michael good bye as he gets ready to go to work. To Adam, 5 minutes can bring him a world of possibilities, of new adventures, of one last cuddle.

She would like to give in since she had a hard time saying no to him, but she had already given him 4 extra 5 minutes. Despite his boundless energy, she could tell by the drooping eye lids that he was starting to get tired.

“Not today, sweetheart. Put your bike away like a good boy.”

“I want to show daddy my new trick when he gets home.”

“Daddy won’t be home for a few more days. You can put your bike away and bring it out when he gets home.”

“Okay, mama.”

She smiled at her good little boy as he dutifully put away his bike and walked up the stairs, giving her a sweet smile that never failed to remind her of Michael. She helped Adam wash some of the dirt off his face and tucked him in, brushing back the silky smooth hair. Adam got the coloring of his hair from her, but the silkiness of the texture was from Michael.

She made sure Mr. Bear was tucked securely under the blanket with Adam and closed the door quietly behind her. She gathered the laundry and moved down to the basement. As she sorted the clothes, she couldn’t help but bring up one of Michael shirt to her nose and smelled that intoxicating scent that was his, a blend of soap, the outdoors, and a subtle spicy scent that was uniquely his.

She sighed and loaded the laundry and made her way upstairs. Michael had been away on business for four days, four long and lonely days, and will be gone for 2 more. She could never sleep well when he was away, waking up often throughout the night in a panic, reaching across the empty space for him. When he was at home, she would snuggle up against him, resting her head on his broad shoulders with her arm resting on his flat belly. She only feels safe and beloved when she was in his arms.

It was rough with him being away on business so much. Adam misses him while Michael was away, but he was young and could easily be distracted. He didn’t have a concept of how long Michael is away. His life consists of when his daddy was home and when he was gone. While he still have fun playing little boy games when Michael is away, he preferred it when both his parents are home.

Elena wished that time would pass by as quickly for her. Michael would call her every day if possible, but it just wasn’t the same as being in the same room, being able to see him, to touch him. Her life was also broken in two. One half is that of a single mother, going through the motion, waiting to be stirred back to life by her prince. The other half is that of loving wife and mother, happily basking in the love of her family.

If she had a choice, she knew which half she would prefer, but the decision wasn’t hers to make and it would be selfish to demand Michael gives up a job he love to be able to spend more time with his family. She shouldn’t be surprise that he was dedicated to his work. Michael puts in his all, his best effort for anything he does, whether it is husband or father.

The phone rings and her heartbeat quickened as she picked it up from the receiver. “Hello?”

“Good afternoon, Elena.”

She sighed and smiled: “Michael…”

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