I Used To Think

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Amy Sara
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I’m trying MamaKat’s Writer’s Workshop today, and while i probably won’t do justice to her writing, or Sneaky Daddy’s; i’m still going to give it a shot. If you want to read other entries, or perhaps you’d like to try your own hand at this workshop, visit her site (click the picture)

The prompt i chose is “I Used To Think…”
The short answer to this would be, “and now i don’t.”
But i’ll save you the pseudo-humor and start my post now…

I Used To Think i’d die and no one would notice. Of course my parents would notice. Perhaps even right away. Okay, they’d notice for sure within a week! When the food supply in the house ran out, and all the toilet paper was gone, my husband would possibly realize that something was amiss, and might even try to locate his elusive wife. Alright, i’m exagerating, of course my loved ones would notice!
Now that i’m a mother, i am convinced that my daughter would realize my absence rather quickly. Not for the traditional reasons. Her daddy can feed her, dress her, bathe her, and will even change her diapers. No, she would notice i’m gone by the lack of crazy noises and silly songs in her life. Daily, upon waking, i sing with my daughter. We sing praise music, and later we sing the alphabet song. i talk to her about everything from tissue to rocks and make noises to amplify my definitions. i enunciate and contort my lips in hopes of helping her learn to speak words that enable her to attain proper communication skills. Yes, i’m sure if i keeled over tomorrow, my daughter would definitely know. Perhaps with the vocal skills and vocabulary i have passed on to her, she might even be able to tell someone!

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