Meg, Jo, Beth, Amy
Elise and her daughter Jilly both loathed the March sisters and their sissy friend Theodore Laurence.
Elise, with her beautiful voice, attempted to read Little Women to her daughter, but the child fell asleep. A few years later they attempted to listen to an audio version while driving from Northern California to Las Vegas.
Jilly announced the story was horrible. They both laughed and spent the next fifteen minutes mocking the story.
Elise shared the books with Jilly that touched her soul. She passed on “The Crystal Singer,” by Anne McCaffrey. She passed on “Jayne Eyre” by Charlotte Bronte. Jilly passed “Hunger Games” on to her mom.
They loved a different kind of woman. The Little Women were quaint and strong in their own way but they were too silly. Elise and Jilly just couldn’t relate to them.
Elise often wondered about Marmee. In her opinion Marmee was weak and didn’t give her daughter’s the emotional support they needed. Her advice was trite and weak.
Elise and Jilly kept their opinions to themselves, as they did with a lot of other things. It was always best just to smile and say nothing, unless it was an opinion of injustice or something that was actually important.
Jilly loved the fact that her mother was funny and independent, even when all hell broke loose. She loved the fact that her mother had married a man who was strong and devoted to them.
So on this Mother’s Day they didn’t think of fictional characters because they had their own stories and adventures to star in.
Make your story with your child or mom, be it quiet or loud. Happy Mother’s Day.