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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: NURTURE
Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.Â
I’m just gonna say it: A little nurture goes a long way, am I right?
I know a handful of individuals who had it pretty rough growing up. They didn’t know what it was like to be born into a loving, nurturing environment. They pretty much had to fend for themselves as soon as they were able. And now that they’re adults, you can see that they learned some serious survival skills . . . but there are also a few noticeable gaps as well.
Even though my parents divorced when I was seven, I was brought up in a very nurturing home. Okay, it’s true that I much preferred getting sick at my mom’s house because she would pamper me with saltines and 7-Up and let me lay on the couch watching The Price is Right. At Dad’s house, he’d give you the 7-Up and some medicine and then tell you to put some Kleenex in your pocket because we were going out. No time for laying around.
But I definitely did take it for granted. Though they didn’t live together, I had two parents who loved me and cared for me and took steps to look after my overall well-being. Not everyone gets that privilege.
Ultimately, those of us who trust in Christ have a heavenly Father who cares more than any earthly parent ever could. A heavenly Father who gathers us under His wings and covers us with His feathers. Our rock and our refuge. Amen.
STOP.
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Join us with your own five-minute freewrite on the prompt, NURTURE, in the link-up below, then visit your link-up neighbor to read their post and leave an encouraging comment:Â
I grew up a Mountain Child,
not nurtured, I was in the way,
and so I took to running wild
and saw no reason to obey
the laws of nasty grown-up people
who did not practice what was preached
beneath the Sunday-best church steeple,
and therefore they never reached
the heart for them I might have had
if they’d chosen to be kind.
I didn’t have a Mom and Dad,
and in time I didn’t mind,
standing tall, as lost boys can,
bowing not to any man.
my dad was pretty much like yours. You’re sick, bring supplies, come on, we got things to do. No time to be laying about… visiting from FMF15
I don’t remember my dad ever taking care of me when I was sick. But my mom & my grandma were the best!
I love your perspective on 2 different households, but both being nurturing in different ways.