Writing Prompt: "My Most Glorious Mistake This Year Was..."

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This month's Writer's Hub gave several prompts for us to write about and I chose "My most glorious mistake this year was..." prompt to get started. It began with this springboard and evolved as my freewrite continued. Enjoy my prompt below:

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Writer's prompts. What was my most glorious mistake this year? A mistake that turned out well? A very grievous mistake? Surely not. Otherwise, the word 'glorious' would not be involved. Perhaps it's like the God view of being a glorious mess. My son is a glorious mess. How many times does he create mayhem, messes, and break things with the intention of creating, playing, or experimenting with something new?

Many times.

But despite frustrations and flabbergast moments, I love the little heathen. He adds spice to my life. The kind where teh top falls off and suddenly you have way too much paprika. But now the dish is colorful. And now I'm adding more ingredients to balance it out; attention, consolation, guidance, reprimands when needed, or praise when he does the delightfully unexpected. He's a smart child. Far smarter than myself at his age. Clever. A budding prankster. And so loving.

In a way, I guess he is a glorious mistake. A covid wedding with a baby immediately after was not in my plans. But I'm told he gave others light as well. Light, joy, and laughter in an otherwise closed-off and restricted period. Like Adam and Eve's son, Seth, who came after the Cain and Able incident.

What would life have been like during covid without the spit bubbles and peeling laughter? Without our "work cohort" during meetings or bright eyes to return home to?

Even now.

And he knows he's cute. Which is a crime. As the only grandchild, he should not get away with as much as he does... but he does. And still he's learning and growing into a responsible boy. -As much as can be expected from a four year old.

My glorious, mildly explosive, entirely mischievous, mess. My son.