My poor babies…I ache to scoop’em and tuck’em safely under my wings. I even take a step forward. But I back away remembering mother’s mantra:
” Let’em fail”.
“Let’em fail, until they learn how to succeed. They all will in their own time.”, mother had said.
I stay away unable to watch them floundering. One of my babies succeeds first, way before the others. I want to check who it is. I even bend down to sniff his scent. But I don’t , recalling my mother’s second mantra: “Keep count of ’em , not the score”
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This 100 word story was written in response to a 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields each week. PHOTO PROMPT © Luther Siler
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