The First Day

Letting go and having a cuppa

Benedict is in childcare – my three year old toddler is sitting on the ground with a bunch of other toddlers meddling with building blocks.

“He seems fine.” I pondered. Plucking up some courage, I stood up from beside him and snuck out of the childcare facility as stealthily as I could.

“I shall pick him up at 12pm.” I whispered to the teacher. Three pairs of worried adults eyes glanced at me. Indeed, they were as worried as I was that the next two hours would be filled with endless sobbing and screams.

Emotionally, I was swept off my feet. My mind was in a fog. But I was clear of what had to be done. I walked to the nearest coffee shop and got myself a sweet beverage.

“How is Benny doing?”

“Is he crying for mummy now?”

Thoughts of such raced through my mind. Suddenly the beverage did not seem as sweet.

“It is just a few more minutes before I get to hold my baby again. Let me read, write and have a snack.” I thought to myself.

“Let me be brave and face whatever comes. Benny is being brave for me right now. I must do the same.”

My mind still in a fog, I considered, “What was life like before this little one came to me.” I took a quick glance at my body. “Did this little boy really come forth from my womb? Was I ever pregnant? How was it like being pregnant with him. Oh my, all these happened so long ago. It feels like a dream.”

2019 is here. In this year, I shall attempt to write stories – short stories beginning with this one.

God bless!