Last Sunday was Mother’s Day, today is Wednesday. So many things have gone on in the past couple of days. I haven’t been able to focus on this blog that much. Today, I will hopefully be able to make up for that with a couple of posts starting with this one. Last Sunday, me and my girlfriend gave out a bunch of mother’s day gifts. So far in my immediate family there are three mothers: my mom, sister, and sister-in-law. We also got my other sister a gift but that’s because it’s her birthday today. So along with the gifts, we also got them cards. My girlfriend wrote them a message thanking them for being so nice to her and welcoming her to the family. On the other side of the cards I wrote them poems. I am not really good at writing poems. I don’t really enjoy reading poetry. I do, however, enjoy the works of the late Shel Silverstein. Falling Up, Where the Sidewalk Ends, A Light in the Attic, and The Giving Tree were my jams growing up along with a bunch of Dr. Seuss books. So this is where I get most of my inspiration from when I do try to write some poetry. For example, on my sister’s card for Mother’s Day I wrote her:
Mother of Two
You’re a mother of two
But don’t turn blue
Because it’s nice to know that two people love you
So try to stay healthy
No need to be hasty
Just sit and drink tea, trust me it’s tasty
I wrote that because we got her this tea that she really liked for Mother’s Day from Teavana, and also because she’s a mother of two. As weird as it is I actually pat myself on the back whenever I finish a poem like this. For my creative writing class in college, I completely bombed the poetry writing part of the class, so whenever I do finish something I always look on the bright side of it, and honestly I think I can write cards for Hallmark or something.
So in honor of Silverstein and Seuss, my piece of fiction for today will be sort of for children. A few years back, I came up with an idea for a children’s book about a boy who woke up one day and discovered that he can fly, but he could not land. I was never able to write the story so I thought it could work for this blog entry today.
He woke up that morning with a jolt in middle of his back. The warmth and comfort of his bed wasn’t there anymore, but instead it was his body telling him that something was wrong. When he opened his eyes he saw that the ceiling was closer than it was supposed to be. He can count the little cracks in the wall. His hands couldn’t feel the bed and his legs were dangling at an awkward position. He looked down to realize that he was flying. Roughly eight hours ago, his mom tucked him in bed and read him a story, and now he was flying. He tried to move around but his body wouldn’t let him. He was just floating aimlessly.Twisting and turning in mid-air made him realize that he was being silly. “Humans don’t fly!!” he said to himself. So there would be no possible way for him to know how to fly now that he was flying. “So what next?” He thought to himself. So he worked his brain hard, harder than he ever had before in his 10 years of living.
“Maybe if I flap my wings like a bird!!”
So he flapped like a duck, like an eagle, like a hawk, like a dove, but nothing happened. He still floated aimlessly not knowing what to do. He felt like calling for help but he didn’t want to get in trouble.
“Maybe if I swim like I would in water!!”
So he swam like a person, like a dog, like a fish, like a shark, but nothing happened. He was still at the same spot that he woke up in.
“Maybe if I fly like a superhero would!!”
So he put his arms forward like Superman, like Ironman, like Captain Marvel. He even thought of what Batman would do, but nothing happened. He still was not moving, and now he was afraid. Afraid because if he didn’t know how to fly then that also meant he did not know how to get down. He was going to be stuck there forever. Tears started to go down his face and an unrelenting cry for help came out of his mouth.
At that moment, the door opened and his mother walked into the room with a smile on her face.
“Ethan, what are you doing up there?”
She grabbed him from the air and sat him on his bed.
“Breakfast is ready. Go wash your face and go downstairs.”
She kissed Ethan on the forehead and walked out the room.