When The Weather Allows

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“When will they come home?” Lizbeth’s voice penetrated Mauve’s daydream. It was rare to find rest in the middle of her day, and Mauve couldn’t help a touch of resentment at the interference. Guilt smothered it. The wee bairn could not help wondering. She missed her brothers as much as Mauve did her sons.

“When the weather allows it,” Mauve gazed at the sea. The maker and breaker of everything. She loved it. She loathed it. She couldn’t see a life without it.

“Tonight?” Lizbeth pressed against the rail.

“More possible tomorrow,” Mauve swallowed a sigh. “So we shall hope.”

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © Bradley Harris

 

38 thoughts on “When The Weather Allows

    • Indeed kids totally do pick up on things, and it is important to give them space to ask, and to respond to them in a way that does not misinform or misrepresent, while still being kind and appropriate to their age and understanding.

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  1. What a tender and true-to-life story. The sequence of emotions here is so accurate. “Mauve couldn’t help a touch of resentment at the interference. Guilt smothered it.” The story feels as though it captures the essence of a way of life. Beautifully written, Na’ama!

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    • Thank you, Penny! We’re all a complex salad of feelings most of the time, aren’t we? I’m glad the complexity of being human, of loving others and needing to let them go and protect them without smothering them … was communicated some. Yay! Thank you!

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  2. This is sad, beautiful and necessary for the child to learn the truth. We often romanticise the sea when we’re only there on vacation. Those who live with and off it see the beauty, but also how cruel it can be.

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    • Indeed, I think that truth (even if can match a child’s age in the how and how much) is the best currency of information for all, children or not. We can be kind and gentle and still truthful and reality-based. The sea can hold both the beauty and frightful awe, the calm and the storm. It is not one or the other. And accepting and learning the signs of the sea and respecting it are important to all, let alone how essential they are for those who live by it. Thank you for the comment!

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  3. Looking back on my military career, I do feel bad about the times I was absent from my family. They have never complained, but I do wonder.
    I loved this part of your story, “She loved it. She loathed it. She couldn’t see a life without it.” The story of my life!
    Well done, Na’ama.

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    • Thank you! Am so glad you liked it, and that the multi-layered feelings were communicated. And … yes, it behooves us adults to try and calm children, especially in times of turmoil, for they look to us to do so, and otherwise have to manage not only their own turmoil and inherent helplessness, but also the sheer terror of having the adults they must rely on, be beyond wits’ end. So … yes, she did well. 🙂

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    • Thank you, Keith. It was probably the plight of many a woman and child throughout thousands of years of human history. And still remains so for many families around the world. Very very difficult indeed!

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    • I am so glad this waved at you, Jill!
      I was thinking of the cradle of life, of the realities of how we all are, essentially, beings of the ocean, if long long long ago. And … of the ways it cannot (yet, may it never) be fully tamed.

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