Wednesdays with Mary

“What do you fancy watching, today, Mary?” Becky gazes over the limited selection of DVDs in the collection, anticipating Mary’s choice before she’s even given it.  Becky knows Mary very well.

“Ah, something with a bit of action, I think,” Mary replies with an almost giddy response, to which Becky nods in agreement – for her.

“Sounds good to me.  How about some classic Bruce Willis?” She pulls out a DVD they’ve watched together nearly every Wednesday afternoon, for the last ten years.

“Oh yes.  Haven’t seen that one for ages.  I forget how it ends.”

“Me too,” Becky smiles, grabs the remote and settles on the sofa next to Mary.

Two seconds later, there’s a knock at the door, that only Becky hears. She knows who it’s going to be.  She starts the film and leaves Mary immediately engrossed in the opening credits, to answer it.

Penny stands smiling on the other side of the door.  “Hey, love.  How are you?  What are you and your mum up to today?”  Penny tries to peek over Becky’s shoulder to see how one of her elderly clients is.

“Oh, you know.  The usual.”  Becky smiles, swallowing back the tears building up within her.  The tears are swallowed every Wednesday.

Penny smiles, and glances at the TV screen blaring out an action film from the eighties, all to offer Becky a moment to take a breath if she needed it. “Oh, I love that film!” Penny says, winking at Becky.  “If you need anything, love, I’m on shift until ten tonight.  And my office is just down the hall.”

“Thank you, Penny.  I – we appreciate it.” She smiles and closes the door.

Sitting back on the sofa, Becky asks her mum, “What did I miss, Mary?”


Prompted by link here.






Wednesday’s with Mary – Dead Deer

Wednesday’s with Mary

Eight kids would seem, perhaps, one too many. Of course she was exhausted, who wouldn’t be? To have done it within a decade too. What a time that was! Constantly pregnant, babies everywhere, ever more mouths to feed. More help, too, as they got older. Neither of them would have it any other way, though. A houseful indeed, but a house full of life and love.

She knew, right from the off, him too. They both wanted a large family. Using the unusual name ‘Monday’ for the first child, a beautiful bundle of joy she still recalled that (first) magical moment even now, was a marker. A statement of intent. By the time Tuesday came along, within ten months of Monday it was clear that the names would run out before her desire for children would. And besides that, the third child, the second girl, just did not look like a ‘Wednesday’. So Mary she was.

Oddly the skipped day continued, the fourth became Thursday and on and on, until Sunday, and then the last. They knew it was the last, just as they had known there would be many more than one. They could just tell. And now they are growing up, Monday already at University, the noise was beginning to fade. She wasn’t sure, truly, if she was ready for that just yet, though. Life will be so dull.

When the eighth was born it was clear. Her deep, deep brown eyes, her dark, black hair. That look of hers; “Here I am: deal with it.” Yes this was her ‘Wednesday’ alright. No mistake.

Sitting here, this afternoon, on her own, most of the kids at school, Wednesday with Mary, she reflected. Reflected on an exhausting, difficult, insanely challenging life. She thought of each of her five girls and three boys, each so very different, each so very wonderful. She reflected happily, a little moment for a rest at last.

Ah yes. A life worth living.



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