Featured Five Minute Friday:
Here’s the deal. Five Minute Friday. You go find the little prompt at the wonderful Lisa-Jo’s blog, set the time and write for five minutes, and then just stop. Where you are, no edits, just publish raw words.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on the word:::


I remember small. When it was time to take my son home from the hospital, I looked at that small baby and cried. What if I wasnt’ a good mom? How would I know what to do? I couldn’t believe that they were letting me go home with him after only 2 days of instruction.

When we got him home, I would sit and watch while he was sleeping. I thought that was what I was supposed to do. He was a month old before I realized that it was ok to do other things while he slept. He wouldn’t just disappear when I turned my back and he would let me know when he needed me again.

I remember the first time he told me I looked “just like Cinderella”. That small little man had already stolen my heart and he really believed I looked like Cinderella. It was just icing on the cake. And then, he started school. And he realized that I might not know “everything”. And that small little boy grew up.

He’s twenty-something now and at 6′ 2″ not at all small. I look forward to the times I get to talk with him. He still calls for advise and asks questions. And, in this mom’s heart, he will always and forever be that small little man who loved me and thought I was beautiful, “just like Cinderella.”

4 thoughts on “Small

  1. Love this.

    I’ve been thinking more the last few days about becoming a mother down the road, and feeling “small” and tentative even now. Your words have encouraged me, that I’m not the only one who wonders how the whole mommy role works, and that there are plenty of women before me who have figured it out and become Cinderellas and super heroes for their children. {And thanks for the little tip that it’s ok to not constantly watch one’s sleeping baby! :)}

    Blessings to you for taking the plunge, becoming Mom, and raising a good man.

    • I love being a mom to my son and to my daughter. Some of the hardest things I’ve learned are from motherhood. And, the greatest joys I’ve received have been from my kids. Best wishes on you journey!

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