Thursday, April 15, 2010

~ A Child's Innocent Guile ~


My son Kevin was a brash kid wanting to grow up like all other kids in the neighborhood. He was jealous of their carefree, happy-go-lucky spirit doing whatever they pleased with none to restrain. He wished to go as they did dirty in the mud, soak himself in the rain, chase butterflies, play hide and seek with the natives and many more. He was sulking with a long face.

I asked him why. He answered sheepishly, “Mom, I envy all the kids in the neighborhood. When they could get dirty, chase butter flies, play in the rain and get wet without being reprimanded by their moms, why should I not? I want to fly a kite, too, so that birds could elbow with my kite up there in the sky.  And if my kite won’t work, I would lubricate its wings like what Dad is doing with his motorcycle every time it did not work”.

I could only smile at his innocence and saintly demeanor. I lovingly pulled him in a tight embrace, let him sit on my lap and told him in a hush tone, “Of course you can baby, but you are very young to get yourself muddy, and your playmates may push you hard you can’t get up so easily. And butterflies could fly as fast before you get near them, isn’t it? And playing in the rain could make you fall sick and you wouldn't like to have a prick by the doctor, am I right?" He nodded with a naive look in his eyes.

“One thing more”, I added cheerfully, “could you hold on the reins of your kite? You are hardly five and very likely you may fly with your kite? You are slender, my darling. They are older, aren’t they?”

He ran out but came back in a trice with all the kids in tow. With a smile, he asked his playmates to tell their ages. The kids candidly lifted their tiny hands and showed their fingers to signify two, three or four.

Kevin proudly pulled himself up and showing simultaneously his hand in a gesture of five, said “Mom, could I do it now as I am the oldest?” I in turn, gave him a tight embrace.  




Written for Thursday Tales (Tale #3)
Linked to 3WW (Prompts: Brash, Lubricate, Saint)
Photo Courtesy:  Angelica Kidwell 

40 comments:

  1. very sweet Amity... good one.. the kids must seem so much younger to parents than they actually are.

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  2. Ah, difficult choices when it comes to play.
    Lovely piece.

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  3. THE BEST post Sis.

    now i can c why u wanted me to call u mom as i was very much like kevin when i was a kid. :D

    love u for writing this and taking me back to my sweet innocent childhood days :)


    HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

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  4. Amity thsi was so very sweet and good post ...I loved it ..Esp the ending part ! Its amazing !!

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  5. It is a very short and nice story bringing out the innocent but ingenuous way of the child in winning over his mom.Beautifully written as always,Amity

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  6. Beautiful.....Its Really Lovely & Inspiring :) :) Best.............

    "THE BEST STORY" Excellent Write Up Dear :) :)

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  7. The innocence of children. They speak the truth and it's so refreshing.

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  8. Cute story, I hope he can stay grounded while working the kite!

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  9. Your prose writing is really taking off. Proud of you. Good to see you at my place. Glad you liked the poem. An email acct problem, huh? I have a different account I can sign in under; I'll try that. If the post succeeds, then we know it was the right way to do it.

    Yousei Hime
    http://tasmith1122.wordpress.com

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  10. Old Grizz was rooting for the boy. Boys are supposed to get dirty. The are supposed to fall down. Your tale brought to mind a time when I was studying with a fellow student. We were at her house. she ahd a 9 year old son. He burst in where we were studying with a 3 inch round branch stuck is thigh. I almost fainted. She said, "Excuse me I have to take my son to the hospital" As she was walking him to the car I heard her say, "You will OK, we will get that tree out of your leg, sew it up and you can climb the tree again tomorrow". I thought that young had a great mom.

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  11. aww they want to grow up and we want them to stay where we can watch over them and protect them. Letting them go is the hardest.

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  12. children are so wonderful at that age... and then they grow up.... and the innocence buried.. thanks for the recall... small portions cleave

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  13. Hi Stan;

    yes, Stan...witty kids do!

    Thanks...:)

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  14. Hello Leo;

    Every Mom seems hesitant to let his kid grow up and be independent, maybe like your Mom would have with you!

    Thanks dear!

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  15. Anthony;

    Yes, Anthony, it is, even when we were kids, too!

    Thanks!

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  16. Dear Preety;

    Wow...you're here you showed up!

    Yes, true, u must be as mischievous as my son Kevin! Well, he's now a teenager and in college na!

    Those were the days...i love to reminisce!

    I miss you too! Hugssssssss!!!

    ^.^

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  17. Dreamygal;

    I am so happy u enjoyed my story!

    I, too enjoyed writing while reminiscing how my son grew up like that. he's now 17 years old!

    he would smile once he reads this!

    Thanks a bunch!

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  18. KP;

    I would like to think I might have been as mischievous as my son when I was a child!

    Thanks KP!

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  19. Sahana dear;

    Thanks a ton, you love it! yes, maybe,, it is my best story yet ever!

    Hugs!

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  20. Hi ThomG;

    That's very true!

    Thanks for the prompt this week!

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  21. Jay;

    Hi!

    Yeah, I am happy to notice that his ambitions now as teener is as high as the kite he wished to fly as a kid!

    Thanks so much!

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  22. Hi Yousei;

    Wow!!! It's a success, as I am seeing now your comment here! I am sure it's the right ID now!

    Thanks so much and I won't forget that you were a wonderful mentor to me...I wish to learn some more!

    Have a nice day!

    Yours,

    Amity

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  23. Hi Lyn;

    yeah, it is !

    thanks a ton dear!

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  24. Hi Old Grizz;

    Yes, I would surmise she's a brave and wonderful Mom to that boy!

    Others would be in panic if subjected into that situation and emergency, but she did it calmly, assuring son he would be fine the next day!

    Moms are like that! Isn't it Grizz?

    Thanks so much!

    Yours,

    Amity

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  25. Hi Dee;

    MOms are like that, truly protective, much more, always a stage mother!

    And once, one by one would start to leave nest, it would become unbearable...

    I dread that day Dee!

    Thanks a bunch!

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  26. Hi pieceofpie;

    yes, true...they are a bundle of joy when still young but when grown up, u would wish they were still young!

    thanks dear!

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  27. Reminds me of how much I love my sweet baby! It is so hard to let them go...

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  28. Lol, He got u there...did u manage it with an embrace or he took u over...???

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  29. Great story. Mom's will be mom's. I must say though, I was always dirty when I was younger, climbing trees and playing football with the boys.

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  30. and a tight hug for you too :D

    sigh!!! sweet sweet child!

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  31. Julie;

    That's very true...and you're afraid they will grow up soon!

    Thanks so much!

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  32. Anamika;

    You know kids are just as witty!

    He won over me na!

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  33. Ofira;

    Oh you spoke of truth in every naughty kids like us! I was like that, too! And I could only smile reminiscing those days!

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  34. AD;

    Thanks for the hugs!

    You will know how sweet a kid is when you will soon have one!

    And you will really love them na!

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  35. Out of the moths of babes so they say. lovely post.

    Yvonne.

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  36. Thanks so much YVONNE!

    Yeah, you are so right!

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