While my family was living in Silver city, we used to come back to my hometown during the school holidays. My hospitable former classmate would host me and my children for a night or two. Our children enjoyed playing with each other many times a year.
Elizabeth was born two months before her son, Martin. I distinctly remember visiting her at the hospital and peering into the nursery to look at the longest baby there that day, Martin. Recently, we talked about the reality of having pretty daughters. My friend has all boys, and she personally feels there is a distinct lack in not having another female in the house. Well, she agreed that one day she would have a few daughters-in-law.
Martin's mum related an old tale. She is a most special mum who gave up a profitable business and a successful career to home school Martin who was diagnosed as developmentally late as much as two years when he was four. She is therefore, very observant and would store up any and everything about her sons, particularly Martin. Apparently when Martin was six years old, he was a very quiet boy. One day out of the blue, he made an observation. While his mum was driving, he said,
"Mum, are all the Elizabeth in the world beautiful?"
"Well, son, why Elizabeth, why not Christine? Or Susan?" His mum asked.
"Well, one Elizabeth in Kindie, another Elizabeth next door, and third Elizabeth from Silver City; they are all beautiful."
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Sometimes we mothers would like to open up holes in our children's head and look inside to see what they are thinking and feeling. I guess in this instance we both know that Martin thinks my Elizabeth is attractive. Of course we do not belong in the era of fixing up marriages between our unborn children. But it was fruit for thought to ponder over the possibility of having Martin marrying Elizabeth. Martin is six feet three and Elizabeth is a good foot shorter. Martin is studying in New Zealand but Elizabeth is studying near by. It is most unlikely to happen.
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