Verse 3 just got me to thinking about my baby boy today. “For I, too, was once my father’s son, tenderly loved as my mother’s only child.” My number-one guy was my only child for 10 years, and I’m not so sure I loved him tenderly, but gosh, I loved him until my heart ached. I have been watching the series “Maid” on Netflix. Ok, I’ve only seen one episode, but right from the get-go, I was like, “Yep, I can totally relate to this.” I won’t give any spoilers, but I will tell you about a time when my son and I had just moved to a new town in a new house because I had taken a new job, and that move took all but about $2.50 of everything I had. I had one e-Bay check (my side job) for $14.25, but I couldn’t cash it because I didn’t even have a bank account yet. And my guy needed dinner. Well, we’d made it to the new house with a few potatoes and some slices of cheese, so I took us to the store and bought a package of ham – the super cheap one, with all the ham “scraps” just kind of vacuum sealed together in a square plastic “container” – and we went back and made cheesy ham and potatoes. The next day, the lady in the office at my new job graciously cashed my e-Bay check, and we made it on that $14 … somehow … until my first paycheck came in. I’m not sure where I thought I was going with this story. I guess the mention of a mother’s love got me to thinking about cheesy ham and potatoes and how on a recent visit to my son’s house – that has a big back yard with three beautiful boys playing in it – we got to thinking about things like this, and I sighed and said, “Welp, we made it.” “Yeah,” my boy agreed. “We did.”
Writing prompt: cheesy ham and potatoes
Write about something “insignificant” that changed your life.
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