that yes, she was with child. Seth was excited and happy and Bridget was delighted, even though she could have done without the morning sickness.
As the weeks passed, Seth and Bridget could tell that something was bothering the girls. Bridget finally decided it was time to ask what was wrong and deal with it. “Do no’ tell me nothin’ is wrong. I know ye both better than that. Are ye no’ happy about the wee baby comin’?”
“We are happy about the baby, but we don’t know how you will feel about us then,” Susie admitted. “Once the baby is born, it will be your own.”
“And we will be stepchildren.” Sally looked so sad when she said this.
“I could spank ye both!” Bridget told them in exasperation. “I’ve no’ heard something so foolish before! I am your Mam; I love ye both as much as the wee one I’m carryin’, do ye no’ know that? I love ye and that is no’ goin’ to change, no matter how many other children I give your Da!” She opened her arms and pulled them both close and hugged them tightly. “You are my little girls as much as any other babies I might have. Do ye hear me?” she asked, giving them each a gentle swat on the bottom
“We hear you, Mam.” They both replied.
When the baby was born, Bridget called the girls into the new bedroom that was finished just a couple of weeks earlier to meet their brother. “Sit here beside me,” she invited them. “Welcome David Seth Masterson to our family. Davy, these are your big sisters, Sally and Susie. They will be helping your Da and me take care of you.”
“What will the baby call you, Mam?” Susie asked.
“The same thing that you and Sally call me… Mam. It is the Irish way to say Mother, and I like being a mam to my children.”
Seth watched as the girls looked at each other in silent communication. Something as simple as what the new child would call Bridget was all it took to let them know how much they were loved.
The End.
Happy Mother’s Day to all Mam’s everywhere…
As the weeks passed, Seth and Bridget could tell that something was bothering the girls. Bridget finally decided it was time to ask what was wrong and deal with it. “Do no’ tell me nothin’ is wrong. I know ye both better than that. Are ye no’ happy about the wee baby comin’?”
“We are happy about the baby, but we don’t know how you will feel about us then,” Susie admitted. “Once the baby is born, it will be your own.”
“And we will be stepchildren.” Sally looked so sad when she said this.
“I could spank ye both!” Bridget told them in exasperation. “I’ve no’ heard something so foolish before! I am your Mam; I love ye both as much as the wee one I’m carryin’, do ye no’ know that? I love ye and that is no’ goin’ to change, no matter how many other children I give your Da!” She opened her arms and pulled them both close and hugged them tightly. “You are my little girls as much as any other babies I might have. Do ye hear me?” she asked, giving them each a gentle swat on the bottom
“We hear you, Mam.” They both replied.
When the baby was born, Bridget called the girls into the new bedroom that was finished just a couple of weeks earlier to meet their brother. “Sit here beside me,” she invited them. “Welcome David Seth Masterson to our family. Davy, these are your big sisters, Sally and Susie. They will be helping your Da and me take care of you.”
“What will the baby call you, Mam?” Susie asked.
“The same thing that you and Sally call me… Mam. It is the Irish way to say Mother, and I like being a mam to my children.”
Seth watched as the girls looked at each other in silent communication. Something as simple as what the new child would call Bridget was all it took to let them know how much they were loved.
The End.
Happy Mother’s Day to all Mam’s everywhere…
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