*
it turned out
she didn't mind.
I remember my mom,
bless her beautiful loving soul,
wanted me to play with pretty
dolls and other girl things.
She said I preferred trucks and
the boxes they came in,
and books.
I was her first and a girl.
Why not ruffles and lace?
As it turned out, eventually,
I went my way toward
feminine. Love songs, make-up,
high heels. Within reason.
As it turned out,
she didn't mind at all
and kept on loving
me.
And I loved her back.
12 comments:
Wow.
You still got that smile Doll-face :-)
aww...thanks, Mark.
And that's what Mother's do.
Love us.
It's always seemed strange to me that so many of the 'Christian' faiths would slit your throat if you suggest that perhaps God has a wife.
If you have a heavenly Father doesn't it make sense that you have a heavenly Mother?
Awwww......lookit that doll in the chair holding a toy.
Larry, ah, yes...the bride doll she hoped I'd want. According to the date on the side of the photo, I was six.
I've given up trying to analyze organized religion.
well, it's because you're so lovable, babe
oops, Larry. I miscalculated. Five, going on six.
aww, thanks, Berry.
Mums are good like that.
Great photos Jean!
Thanks for sharing.
J Cosmo, yes they are.
Thank you, Freddie! Hope you are well. I still check in often.
Moms scare me. I have three. Sometimes none of them like me. They all love me though. What is that? Never mind, just love them, obey them, and cherish them. You can't outgrow being their child.
Even when they are gone they aren't. Is that part of what hurts so much? Yeah, but some of that kind of pain is good. It means love is in there. There is a reason some religions allows mothers to be goddesses to their children. Even pagans know.
I am well. Thanks. :)
how old are you at that pics?
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