It’s time for Five Minute Friday… five minutes of unedited, non stop writing on this week’s given theme ‘She’
The first thing that came to mind when I saw this week’s prompt – ‘She’ – was the question,
“Who’s she? The cat’s mother?”
This was something that was asked, or I suppose, ‘demanded’ when as a child if I referred to someone as ‘she’. I never understood why it was rude. I just knew that it was.
I’m actually quite surprised at how that has brought back a flood of memories about my mammy. She obviously learned her manners from her own mother; who was herself a very quick to point out if I said anything wrong…
I remember clearly trying to shake off the rules of behaviour and propriety that they that they tried to teach me. If I wasn’t nice to someone, or didn’t wait my turn, or even complained when I was asked to do something… I’d be in big trouble. And I hated it. I hated having to be generous other people’s kids. I hated having to share stuff. I hated having to be nice to older people who weren’t very nice to me when she wasn’t around. Even if I told her that, it didn’t matter. I remember the day she told me that I still had to be nice when someone else wasn’t. I only understood that as an adult.
I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to every word she said but I am grateful to her for every effort she made to encourage me to be a better person.
Who’s she? She’s my mammy 🙂