A woman had a child, but she wasn’t interested in being a mother. She did everything that she was supposed to do, of course, by way of meeting the child’s needs. She kept the child clothed, fed, and kept a roof over her head. She made sure she got to school on time and did her homework. She took the child for outings and errands, and met every basic need. But she didn’t want the child, and she made that very clear…
As a little girl of 6 or 7 I was at a department store with my mom. Now, my mom never wanted me and she didn’t hide that fact. She never beat me or verbally abused me, but she didn’t go out of her way to make me happy. She tended to treat me like I was an annoyance and let me know she had not wanted to have kids.
She was strict. I didn’t ask for toys in the stores because I knew that I would get in a lot of trouble if I did. When we were out in public, I knew to keep my mouth shut, and even looking at things that I might want would make her upset.
I was gifted, but we didn’t keep many books in the house. I tended to read anything and everything that I could, and once, we were at a department store when I found a book of poetry. As she shopped, I was reading to her from it.
She was upset that I had picked something up without her permission and scolded me to put it back where I had found it. I ran to put it back before she became more upset. (Why was a book of poetry at a department store? I’m wondering as I remember the incident. I don’t know, but there were books on tables in the main center aisle on display, probably to make the living room sets look more like “home.”)
As we walked of out of the store, some man ran by and shoved a bag in my hand. I didn’t get a good look at him and it all happened so fast that I didn’t get to thank him.
He had bought the book and handed it to me as I left. The story still makes me tear up to this day because that small gesture meant so much to me.
I still have the book and I have never forgot the feeling of getting it.
Perhaps the mother hadn’t had one of her own. Maybe being a mother was just too hard with everything else going on in her life. We’ll never know, but the story teaches us to appreciate the little things and keep an eye out for how we might make someone else’s life just a little easier. The stranger noticed that the child had fallen in love with a book. What’s a few dollars in exchange for someone else’s happiness? It’s a bittersweet story, but more than a few of us can relate to it.
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