One day my Mummy will be proud of me
The tulips are blooming, the whispering brook winds its glittering way through the cornfields as sleepy fishermen lie in the shade of the cool willows. A salmon leaps for flies… a Kingfisher cries to its mate, a frisky lamb plays leapfrog with its fellows. And deep in the shade of a clay bank, a pair of naughty eyes peeps. What is it? Ah! A young Vole looks forth at the world for the very first time.
The mother rested her paw on her sons shoulder… “Son, just remember in life, it’s a wicked world out there… make sure you watch your step, for there’s many a sin waiting to snare you.”
Yes Mummy,” replied the youngster, “I will take care, I’ve grown up now.” The young Vole turned round, and did a wee dance in front of his Mother as he continued, “And I have big shoulders now. Just you look at them!”
His Mother murmured to her proud son, “Very good my lad, but always remember, that the great God of heaven and earth doesn’t measure us by our outward appearances… only by the strength of our hearts. And sonny boy, please keep in mind, the one who died for you wants to be your friend.
The little vole reached up to his Mother and gave her a kiss, Thanks Mum for everything… someday I’ll make you proud of me. I know what you say, and see, I store it away in my memory. Yes Mother dear, you will be proud of me.”
And with that he turned away and walked down the garden path with his rucksack over his shoulder. His mother stood watching as he reached the stile end of the meadow. Atop the old crossing place, the youngster turned, and with a flourish swept his large sunhat from his head. He waved it to and fro as his dear Mother waved back.
With a final wave, the young vole clambered down off the stile and stepped on the path to adventure. “Yes,” muttered the lad, “One day my Mummy will be proud of me!”
(By Adam R. B. Reeve)
13th November 2010
The mother rested her paw on her sons shoulder… “Son, just remember in life, it’s a wicked world out there… make sure you watch your step, for there’s many a sin waiting to snare you.”
Yes Mummy,” replied the youngster, “I will take care, I’ve grown up now.” The young Vole turned round, and did a wee dance in front of his Mother as he continued, “And I have big shoulders now. Just you look at them!”
His Mother murmured to her proud son, “Very good my lad, but always remember, that the great God of heaven and earth doesn’t measure us by our outward appearances… only by the strength of our hearts. And sonny boy, please keep in mind, the one who died for you wants to be your friend.
The little vole reached up to his Mother and gave her a kiss, Thanks Mum for everything… someday I’ll make you proud of me. I know what you say, and see, I store it away in my memory. Yes Mother dear, you will be proud of me.”
And with that he turned away and walked down the garden path with his rucksack over his shoulder. His mother stood watching as he reached the stile end of the meadow. Atop the old crossing place, the youngster turned, and with a flourish swept his large sunhat from his head. He waved it to and fro as his dear Mother waved back.
With a final wave, the young vole clambered down off the stile and stepped on the path to adventure. “Yes,” muttered the lad, “One day my Mummy will be proud of me!”
(By Adam R. B. Reeve)
13th November 2010