Words

Minera Easton - 22 Feb 20

I used to be a woman of words. I used to love reading them and I used to love writing them. Heck I produced over 50,000 of them for my dissertation!
Yes I have a Masters in English. My thesis if I remember correctly was “Dissecting, Subverting and Reassembling Traditions- A study of Milton, Blake and Pullman” (You tend to forget you were once intelligent when you become a mum).

The only words that make sense to me now are those in my head – mainly because I’m too tired and exhausted to say them out loud let alone write them down!

These days words are the most powerful and most destructive weapons you can carry. A woman today approached me in a cafe while I was having lunch with my husband and my daughter. She had been playfully watching us and making faces at my little girl and smiling, that sort of thing.

When she got up to go, she walked over to me, touched my shoulder and said “she’s lovely, you’re a good mum”.

The fact that I’m writing now does not mean my situation has changed. I still have a three year old daughter and she is currently on day two of Chicken Pox.
That is why I am going to keep this short and sweet as the melodious tune in the background coming from my baby monitor is reminding me that I need to sleep in preparation of the night to come.

Choose your words wisely. Be kind to strangers and be kind to those closest to you. “That person may have lost a battle with a three year old that day” (So true)! But also you never know what words that person is hearing every day in their heads, your words may just be the last words they hear.

Thank you to the woman in the River Green Cafe, and thank God for Citalopram!!

Minera Easton

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