Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The little girl is hustling out of daycare with her mother right behind. It’s been raining and Mom is trying to protect and preserve the handful of paper-crafts that her child undoubtedly produced. Through the wet weather, the creations needed to get to the refrigerator for proud display. When Mom calls out, “Oh no! Don’t!” I turn my head. The little girl is making a quick course to a miniscule puddle.
“Oh no,” the mother notices she’s drawn my attention, so she makes it clear that her scold is in jest, “Oh! Don’t go into that puddle with your boots, oh no!” Mom is smiling, raising the pitch of her voice, and she glances away from her girl to give me a grin. She wants to show me that it was all in good fun, to show that the purple galoshes were selected for just this sort of day. I give her a smile for so much good mothering–for preparations when there are forecasts of rain, for clutching those glue-encrusted-paper-crafts so carefully, for delighting that her daughter can truly be a child.
After all, those boots were made for splashing, and that’s just what they’ll do.