A Magical Moment – #AMMC-DFQ

A Magical Christmas

Yes, it’s October and it may be a bit early to be thinking about Christmas, but… this is a story for a flash fiction anthology. If they get to 50, this will be a print and eBook – so you may see a few posts in the next couple of days (the deadline is 29 October!). This story is based on a conversation with Mr N when he was nearly 3 and Mr Z was about to turn 1. Mr Zs birthday is 18th December.

First up, the stuff that has to be there:

Story Title: A Magical Moment

Author Name: Melissa Gijsbers

eBook? Yes, and print if we get enough stories!

Genre: I’m not sure, maybe family?

Dedication: To my two gorgeous boys who are a constant source of inspiration and encouragement for my writing.

Words: 647

Now that’s out of the way, on to the story:

A Magical Moment

Johanna pushed through the crowd at the shopping centre. It was one of the few times she was glad for a pram as it helped her get through, although a fussy 11 month old and a bored three year old made the whole trip more stressful than it would have been if she was on her own.

“But Mummy, I really want one.” Three year old Jack insisted, talking about a piece of plastic moulded into the shape of a car they had seen in a shop window.

“We’re not here to buy something for you; we need a present for Nanna and Granddad as well as something for Daddy.” Johanna tried to be calm and patient like all the books and the health nurse told her to be, even though at this particular moment she felt like lying on the floor in the middle of the shopping centre and having a tantrum in true three year old style.

“But I really need one.” Jack was getting whingey and tried to go back to the toy shop. Johanna bit her lip and pulled on Jack’s arm, a little harder than she’d planned, to get him to go in the direction she needed him to go.

“What about a babychinno?” Johanna suggested, desperately needing a latte herself so she could get through the rest of the shopping trip. This suggestion was met with cheers from Jack and grins from his younger brother, Thomas. She pushed the pram through the crowded coffee shop to find a clear table near the back and sat down, grateful for the rest. Jack climbed onto a chair next to her and Thomas strained to get out of the pram. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait for too long to be served and Johanna ordered two babychinno’s, a latte and some cookies.

“There must be an easier way,” she muttered to herself, while Jack was chatting away, reciting a list of presents he wanted from Santa. Thomas wriggled, still trying to escape. Thankfully their order arrived quickly and there was peace at their table. Every year since Jack had been born, Johanna swore she would get her Christmas shopping done early, and, every year, she found herself in the shopping centre, battling crowds with a pram. Though last year she had been heavily pregnant with Thomas.

Heading off once more, Jack got even more whingey and Thomas was tired and cranky. After visiting another couple of shops, Johanna decided she’d had enough for the day. She would try and slip out again tonight after the kids were in bed, assuming she hadn’t fallen asleep on the couch first.

Jack stopped suddenly. Johanna tugged on his hand trying to get him to move, but he wouldn’t budge. She glanced at the pram. Thomas had fallen asleep, at last.

“Come on,” Johanna snapped, annoyed that they couldn’t just go home.

“Look Mummy,” Jack was pointing now, awe in his voice. “Just look.”

Johanna tried to ignore the feelings of irritation that were growing inside her. She knelt down beside her son and followed his pointing finger. There, in front of him was a Christmas tree, all decked out with decorations like every other tree in the centre. The only difference was this one was decorated with candles. Candles were something Jack was very familiar with.

“Look Mummy, that tree is decorated for Thomas’ birthday!” Johanna couldn’t help but smile. Thomas was turning 1 on the weekend, adding to her stress levels, but at that moment, she felt her stress melt away in the innocent eyes of her son.

“You’re right kiddo,” Johanna hugged Jack. “They have decorated especially for Thomas’ birthday. We should take a photo to show him when he wakes up.” Jack nodded and they stayed there, looking at the beautiful tree. For now, they shared a magical moment, just the two of them.

This book is now published. To get your hands on a copy, use the links below, or head over to my shop to get a signed print copy.

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Comments

  1. That’s sweet! I also find myself taking a breath sometimes when all I want to do is snap at my daughter, and when I actually listen to what she’s trying to say or show me, I am invariably surprised and amazed. It’s those moments I’m so glad I didn’t miss.

    • Thanks Emily. This is based on a real conversation I had with Mr N around Mr Z’s first birthday, only our conversation was in the car when he noticed the Christmas decorations on the road. 🙂

  2. So sweet and I can definitely feel for the mother. My sister-in-law has 4 kids, I have no idea how she manages to survive!

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