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U3A Writing: The Growth Of A Monster

Barbara Patterson tells of those little monsters - sons and grandsons.

The strident ring of the alarm clock penetrated the blissful oblivion of her short sleep.

Lily dragged herself out of bed. Looking into the nursery on her way to the bathroom, she couldn't believe that, the softly breathing, angelic faced baby asleep in his cot was the same monster who had screamed and cried for half the night.

Later as he nuzzled her breast, greedily gulping his breakfast, his little fingers strongly grasping a lock of her hair, blue eyes fixed on her face, the Monster receded with the shadows of the night.

Five years later the monster grew into a rebellious, I hate school, I don’t want, won’t leave Mummy, boy. Life became a compromise of bribes and threats, compensated by the loveable, sweetly smelling from his bath, cherub, climbing onto Lily’s lap for a cuddle and goodnight story. Then sleeping the whole night through.

After another ten years, the teenage monster reared its ugly head, disrupting the household. Lily despaired of trying to reason with her son about homework, noisy ‘music’, untidy bedroom.

Truculent moods became bearable when her bewildered growing lad, needed his mother’s reassurance, or help to sort a problem. Lily treasured the occasional hug, and enjoyed the affectionate wheedle for a favour.

The monster disappeared and Lily proudly boasted of her successful son, putting on a brave face when he left home and found another love.

The telephone rings. “Hello Mum. Can you baby-sit for us on Friday? That's if you can cope with the little monster?”

“Of course I can. I’m already looking forward to the little monster’s pleas to stay up with Grandma for one more story.”


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