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 Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 11:44 pm
Eleanor was smack bang in the middle of exam season. For many students, Home Economics was a bludge class. You talked, you tossed flour at your classmates, you occasionally made some actual food and sometimes you noticed your teacher at the front of the room desperately trying to impart upon you the correct method of separating egg yolk from the white.
For the younger classes that’s all it ever was and it wasn’t until later that they suddenly realised that there was theory involved and that it was actually an important part of their overall mark.
For Eleanor, the end of the year and onslaught of tests, practicum and exams, was just as exhausting for her as it was for her students. She was always grading something, always losing something she shouldn’t have lost and in general ran around like a headless chicken. Not to mention her new important nigh time other life deal that she had to contend with.
That was why, when she finally had the chance on a nice Saturday afternoon, Eleanor went outside and simply took a walk.
After a few laps around the park, her head was already clearing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 6:02 am
Marissa didn't consider herself an able mother.
She'd done well enough with her first kid, all things considered, though there was that whole matter of leaving when said kid had been ten years old that docked heavy points from her Mother of the Year award. But that'd been ten years ago. She'd been ten years younger, and ten years less mature. She'd never considered herself the mothering type in the first place. She was too driven in other areas of her life to give too much of herself toward nurturing.
That wasn't to say she didn't love her kids. She did, very much. She'd die for them. Or kill for them, whichever it came down to. She just wasn't the best at handling them. Her oldest she still thought of as a baby, and her baby she probably expected a little more of than a two-year-old could feasibly deliver.
She thought she looked ridiculous taking a jog in the park with Lilah in the carriage. Lilah, of course, was enjoying the rush of cool fall air in her face, giggling every time they took a turn onto another part of the path. There were other mothers partaking in similar activities with their small children, but Marissa didn't think she was as skilled as they were. If anything, she looked a bit annoyed.
She wasn't. Not really. Just mildly uncomfortable.
Eventually she came to a stop by an empty bench to take a swig of water from the bottle shoved into the side pocket of Lilah's diaper bag. She sat down on the bench for just a moment, turning the carriage to make sure Lilah was alright. Lilah simply beamed up at her and clapped her hands, cheering, “Go fas-er, go fas-er!”
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 2:46 am
With her moderate pace, Eleanor wasn’t going to be breaking into a sweat any time soon but that wasn’t what she was here for. It was enough just to be in the fresh air and to be moving about.
She had not failed to notice the abundance of mothers, babies and children at the park today. As she strolled past the playground she had tried not to look too envious at all the happy parent/child bonding that was going on and instead smiled happily, telling herself how happy she was for their sake.
It was honestly a miracle she hadn’t made a beeline towards one of them already, so that when she past by the baby carriage with the adorable, ‘Go fas-er, go fas-er!’ they might as well have been a moth and a flame. Eleanor squealed, covering the delighted sound with her hand, gaze flicking between happy baby and the mother on the bench.
"You have a beautiful baby!" She exclaimed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:11 am
Try as the other woman might to cover it, Marissa nevertheless heard the squeal. She knew exactly what it meant, too, and struggled not to roll her eyes.
It wasn't that she didn't want to be bothered. It wasn't even that she had a problem with people. They were alright in moderation. If they wanted to coo at her baby, that was fine by her. It was the inevitable conversation that bothered her—not because she didn't like to talk, but because sometimes she just didn't know how to. The eye-roll was meant for her, not the other woman.
For being a lawyer and working with other people on a daily basis, Marissa's people skills remained somewhat lacking.
“Thank you,” she said. She turned the carriage again, allowing the woman a better look.
Lilah quieted for a moment, staring up at the other woman with wide blue eyes. Then her smile turned into a toothy grin and she waved one of her dimpled hands.
“Hi hi!” she chirped, bouncing in the carriage excitedly.Ruriska I'm so sorry for the wait! orz
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 1:19 am
Eleanor couldn't help but make a fuss. It was encoded into her genetic make-up, her love of babies and children ran straight down to her soul, it was inevitable.
If Marissa was hardly enthusiastic about the interruption to her day, Eleanor didn’t notice. The sweet child had just smiled and there was nothing else she could even focus on.
"Oh precious," she bobbed down into a squat in front of the carriage. "Look at those lovely eyes. You’re going to be just as beautiful as your mother." She was staring the little girl with blatant adoration and longing.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 7:10 am
Marissa cleared her throat awkwardly at the compliment. She knew she should be appreciative, but it wasn't often she heard compliments given to her in such an offhanded manner.
“She just turned two a couple of months ago,” she offered, for lack of anything better to say. The other woman seemed fairly content talking to Lilah, in any case. Marissa wondered if she even had to say anything at all.
Lilah giggled and lowered her waving hand, but she continued to bounce a bit in her seat. “Mama,” she chirped, because this stranger lady had mentioned her mother. It was obvious she understood very little else about the comment.
Marissa's mouth twisted into an awkward smile. “Her name's Lilah,” she said, feeling as if she had to make up for Lilah's limited vocabulary.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 11:56 pm
"Lilah," Eleanor repeated the name, her hands twitching in her lap as if fighting the urge to simply scoop the baby up in a hug, which she absolutely was. Finally she let herself reach out a hand in offering to Lilah, just in case the little girl felt like grabbing on to something. "It’s lovely to meet you, Lilah… and…" She finally looked up properly at the mother. "I’m sorry, I’m so rude. My name is Eleanor. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your time together." Sunshine Alouette Just resurrecting this from the dead now that i've got my s**t back to together Q__Q
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