Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Jenny waved her goodbyes to Ion and snorted in an attempt to hide her laughter when Anne insisted that her father didn't employ beautiful young serving maids, only her. "But I thought just a few weeks ago you said I was the prettiest mommy in the whole world?" she said, feigning offense.
"You are the prettiest mommy in the whole world," Brigid came to her sister's rescue, "but Daddy said Granddad has a beautiful young serving maid."
"I'm young!" Jenny pretended to be shocked.
"Nuh uh, you're oooold! Almost as old as Gran!" Brigid giggled behind her hand and twisted her head to one side when her mother playfully pinched at her.
"You watch it, Georgette!" her mother said sternly, using a generations-old mud name. "Or else it'll be nothing but pea soup for a week!" Leaning down she tickled her and smothered her with kisses before swatting her playfully on the bum to get her moving forward again.
John whispered in her ear and goosebumps raised on her arms as she gave him a secretive smile and murmured back to him, "Better be careful or I won't let you leave again. At this rate we'll have babe number six before you know it." She bumped him gently with her hip, though secretly she herself didn't believe there ever would be a baby number six; while she'd only briefly brought it up during their fight last night, Steven had been a particularly difficult pregnancy and she had nearly died in childbirth. Jenny had since believed her womb had been left scarred and barren by this last child, though that wasn't his fault of course. The Sparrows were a large family though; if God saw fit to bless her with more children then she would welcome them with as glad and open a heart as she had all her others. If He didn't, then she was already blessed five times over and would content herself with the little ones she had.
~*~
"Lucy? Brigid?" Jenny held Steven as she came up behind the twins. "What're you throwing sand at?"
"The crab."
"What crab?"
"That crab." Lucy pointed to the crab a few feet away, which scurried out from under the glob of sand that had landed on its back. Jenny frowned.
"That's not very nice! Why would you do that?"
"It snapped its claws at us Mumma!" Brigid usually only called her Mumma when she was sick or when she thought they would be in trouble.
"Of course it snapped its claws, loves. It's a crab! Here, watch." Boldly Jenny approached the crab and knelt in the sand. She held her hand out, palm up, and nudged the crab gently with her finger which encouraged it to crawl onto her palm. The twins gasped as she held out her palm with the snapping little crab in the center. "See? If you're not mean to it, it won't hurt you. Just like Laoch. You wouldn't throw things at Laoch would you?" They shook their heads earnestly. "Right. Because how would you like it if you were just minding your own business and somebody threw sand and shells and rocks at you?"
"We wouldn't..." the twins answered in unison, eyes downcast. Jenny smiled gently.
"Remember that then, hey? No matter if it's an animal or a bug or a person, you should always do unto others as you'd have them do unto you. Got it?" They nodded. "Good. Now let's--Aah!" Jenny fell on her rear, taken by surprise as John and Anne rushed by her, screaming and causing the twins to scatter. She laughed as she sat in the sand. "John, careful! I'm holding a crab what if it'd pinched me?" The smooth white crab didn't seem to mind, however, and just sat blinking in her hand.
Steven began to fuss his hungry fussing though, and Jenny bid the crab goodbye before setting it down and unlacing her corset, pulling it open, and holding the baby to her generous breast to latch onto. Carefully she stood and walked with the nursing child at her bare breast, alternately watching her children play with their father and looking out to sea, wondering when if ever it would bring him home again. Once he was done feeding she re-laced her corset and tucked herself back together before sitting with him at a tidepool, encouraging him to be gentle with the starfish he picked up and covering his head with her shawl when he looked to be getting a little pink. Down the beach Will and Elizabeth occasionally watched the Sparrows from afar, hardly able to believe they knew the man playing with small children.
"You are the prettiest mommy in the whole world," Brigid came to her sister's rescue, "but Daddy said Granddad has a beautiful young serving maid."
"I'm young!" Jenny pretended to be shocked.
"Nuh uh, you're oooold! Almost as old as Gran!" Brigid giggled behind her hand and twisted her head to one side when her mother playfully pinched at her.
"You watch it, Georgette!" her mother said sternly, using a generations-old mud name. "Or else it'll be nothing but pea soup for a week!" Leaning down she tickled her and smothered her with kisses before swatting her playfully on the bum to get her moving forward again.
John whispered in her ear and goosebumps raised on her arms as she gave him a secretive smile and murmured back to him, "Better be careful or I won't let you leave again. At this rate we'll have babe number six before you know it." She bumped him gently with her hip, though secretly she herself didn't believe there ever would be a baby number six; while she'd only briefly brought it up during their fight last night, Steven had been a particularly difficult pregnancy and she had nearly died in childbirth. Jenny had since believed her womb had been left scarred and barren by this last child, though that wasn't his fault of course. The Sparrows were a large family though; if God saw fit to bless her with more children then she would welcome them with as glad and open a heart as she had all her others. If He didn't, then she was already blessed five times over and would content herself with the little ones she had.
~*~
"Lucy? Brigid?" Jenny held Steven as she came up behind the twins. "What're you throwing sand at?"
"The crab."
"What crab?"
"That crab." Lucy pointed to the crab a few feet away, which scurried out from under the glob of sand that had landed on its back. Jenny frowned.
"That's not very nice! Why would you do that?"
"It snapped its claws at us Mumma!" Brigid usually only called her Mumma when she was sick or when she thought they would be in trouble.
"Of course it snapped its claws, loves. It's a crab! Here, watch." Boldly Jenny approached the crab and knelt in the sand. She held her hand out, palm up, and nudged the crab gently with her finger which encouraged it to crawl onto her palm. The twins gasped as she held out her palm with the snapping little crab in the center. "See? If you're not mean to it, it won't hurt you. Just like Laoch. You wouldn't throw things at Laoch would you?" They shook their heads earnestly. "Right. Because how would you like it if you were just minding your own business and somebody threw sand and shells and rocks at you?"
"We wouldn't..." the twins answered in unison, eyes downcast. Jenny smiled gently.
"Remember that then, hey? No matter if it's an animal or a bug or a person, you should always do unto others as you'd have them do unto you. Got it?" They nodded. "Good. Now let's--Aah!" Jenny fell on her rear, taken by surprise as John and Anne rushed by her, screaming and causing the twins to scatter. She laughed as she sat in the sand. "John, careful! I'm holding a crab what if it'd pinched me?" The smooth white crab didn't seem to mind, however, and just sat blinking in her hand.
Steven began to fuss his hungry fussing though, and Jenny bid the crab goodbye before setting it down and unlacing her corset, pulling it open, and holding the baby to her generous breast to latch onto. Carefully she stood and walked with the nursing child at her bare breast, alternately watching her children play with their father and looking out to sea, wondering when if ever it would bring him home again. Once he was done feeding she re-laced her corset and tucked herself back together before sitting with him at a tidepool, encouraging him to be gentle with the starfish he picked up and covering his head with her shawl when he looked to be getting a little pink. Down the beach Will and Elizabeth occasionally watched the Sparrows from afar, hardly able to believe they knew the man playing with small children.