Crystal's Tale (Part 8 Growing is The Game of Life)

Crystal sat on her bed with her pointer finger tapping gently on her chin. She carried the look of distaste on her face. Jane walked by her doorway peering in. Stopping in her tracks, she could feel the energy burning Bol from her daughters room. She had to ask, ” What’s that you got on your mind love?” Crystal looked over at her, and her contemplative looked changed from thoughtful to gloom and doom.  ” Mommy… I don’t like my skirt any more.” 

“Why hunny?”

“Because every time I see my grandma, she tells me I look ugly in them.” Crystal put her head down and crinkled her toes.

“I doubt she says that honey. What would give you such an idea?” 

Crystal took a deep stressed breath. Jane’s shoulders softened, she knew this look. This meant Crystal was about to tell her something that’s been bothering her for a while. 

“She says you buy me ugly clothes.”

Jane nodded her head and replied, ” Ah.. Is this really you saying how YOU feel about them? It’s ok if you don’t like the skirt.”

Crystal became saddened. “No mom… Really… Grandma told me not to wear them, and when I said I liked them, and that’s mean, she said ‘You’re just wearing them because your mom forces you’, and that I shouldn’t listen to you.”

“Now why would she say a thing like that?”

“Because.” Crystal let out a sad sigh… Letting out a tiny tear drop slip down her cheek. She looked at her mother with pleading eyes. “Mommy why doesn’t my grandmother like you?”

Jane could feel the pain boiling over in her daughters heart. Despite the emotions, she kept her composure and simply said, “Well sweet pea, it’s not my place to answer that for you. You’ll have to ask her that.” 

“I have mommy.” 

“Yeah?” Jane said inquisitively.

“She says your a bad mom, and that you don’t really love me.” 

Jane waited patiently as Crystal let tears flood her cheeks. Jane wrapped her arms around her until she’d let it all out. With a supportive smile Jane said, “Do you think that?”

Crystal’s face lit up with hope. “No Mommy! If she only knew that your the bestest most coolest mom ever.” 

Jane let out a giggle and said, “Oh is that what you think?”

“And I know you love me mommy. Why else would you always be there for me.”

“Your right.” Jane said compassionately.

Crystal lifted her head up to look into her mothers eyes, “Really?”

“Of yourse baby girl. I love you very much.” 

Crystal felt at ease from her mothers calming presence. She let herself drift into happy thoughts of her and her mothers alone time.  Jane couldn’t help but stare at this beautiful young girl. A young, and wise child. Jane felt a sense of pride in how well her daughter is growing, and her mind flourishing. Jane pulled herself out of her thought, and looked at Crystal. Crystal was now bouncy and cheery as ever.

“I’m so proud of you.” Jane said with confidence.

“Oh mommy!” Crystal lifted her shoulders and blushed. 

“Remember just one thing for me love.” She paused awaiting Crystal’s eye contact.

“Nothing or anyone can change how much I love you… And sweet pea… I sure love you… To the MOOOON!” 

Crystal’s face lit up as her mother melted her heart. They both slipped into reminiscent thoughts of a time in her toddler days when they had I love you wars. Whether Jane loved Crystal to the moon, or Crystal loved Jane to the mountains or stars. Their love was solid, and nothing could change that, not even lies. 

©Amanda Gordon

Crystal's Tale Part 7 (Growing Pains)

As Crystal sat with her legs crossed on the bench. She watched her teammates run up and down the court. She covered her eyes and shook her head, as the tension rose. Their opponents were challenging them. Block after block, the game was getting intense. Only two points ahead, and the other team is gaining. A rock solid group of Amazon warriors, a team made up of all girls. They were giving Crystals team a run for their money. Stephen finally got hold of the ball. He ran past the tallest opponent, positioning himself to make his shot. With a slight kneel, he began to spring himself for his shot.

 The crowd went silent as the intensity grew. This would be the shot that kept them ahead. The world around the teams, and their fans, now frozen inside the stands. He began the slow motioned shot. Just as the ball was about to release from his fingers, a loud smack, brought the moment crashing down. The tall Amazon girl, smacked the ball so easily out of his hand. Gasp of shock roared through the crowd, followed by laughter and surprise of the moment. This group of Amazon girls played tenaciously and Crystals team was about to lose. The game is tied, and their struggling to score, these fierce warrior girls were gaining quickly. Crystals treamate Dray grabbed the ball, and ran with fury across the court. He attempted to shoot. Instead, the opposing team threw him down. The whistles blew. A foul ad been called. In the last twenty seconds of the game, Dray made the winning shots. A relief for Crystals team, they were undefeatable thus far. 


The day was fresh with a cold winter bite in the air. The sun was bright and unrelenting. Crystal and her mother walked together smiling about their victory.

 “Good job Crystal.”Jane said with a cheery voice.

“Oh mommy I couldn’t do it without your support.” She beamed.

With nothing left to say, they began the walk to their car. A howling weap let out causing Crystal and Jane to flinch. Jane looked over towards the sound. A woman approaching fast, hollering for her mother in turmoil. A deep pain crested in her voice as she talked on the phone. Jane looked down at the ground with empathy in her heart. She had an idea of what painful story was unfolding. Christal looked at the woman and asked her mother, “What’s wrong with that lady mom?”

She’s having a moment.” Jane looked at Crystal with a sad and knowing look on her face. 

“You mean like a tantrum?” 

Something like that. More like not a happy moment.”Jane answered.

Who is she screaming for mommy?”

“Well… That there is a moment of impact my love.” Crystal looked at the tree they passed. She held a thoughtful look on her face. She looked at Jane and said, “Hey mom, what’s a moment of impact?”

Jane smiled at her question and said, “Did you hear her?”


“Sounded serious didn’t it?”


“Some day, my dear, you will understand. Until then, ponder it?” Crystal smiled at her mom. “OK mom” she said enthusiacically. She knew someday these words would make sense. They continued their walk down the sidewalk until they reached jane’s car. Jane knew Crystal didn’t understand that wisdom, but she knew with Crystal’s curious mind, she’d wonder from then on, and that alone made Jane proud of her. This small moment in time, Crystal would remember, that even though her mother’s musings did not always make sense, some day they would. 

For now, she would bask in the glory of this moment, as they walked off into the sunset.

To be continued…. 

©Amanda Gordon 

Crystal's Tale (Part 6)

Crystal shifted in her seat nervously as her mother spoke with her teacher and librarian. She’d been worried all day about her fate. Crystal, was caught stealing library books for the third time. She didn’t think it was fair to be allowed one book at a time, so she went against the rules, and tried getting more. She looked into her mother’s eyes, Of course, she expected her usual reaction, but mother had never been brought into school for something before.

The three adults sat in front of her with unreadable gazes, until her teacher spoke,”Well Crystal, as you know we are here to discuss the situation with the library books.” Turning her head to look at Jane, Crystal, then her librarian. As if on cue, the librarian began, “Crystal has been sneaking books from our library.” A quiet pause escaped around them and he continued, “While we like to encourage kids to read, we have so many students here, that we must require a checkout limit.” Crystal looked at Jane with a fear driven by  please-don’t-be-mad-at-me-for-stealing. She pleaded with her eyes and gave Jane a remorseful look. “We would like to talk about things that we could do involving her consequence.” the librarian and teacher looked at each other then continued, “We have decided that Crystal should work in the library shelving books for a week, during lunch. Jane how do you feel about that?” Jane looked at Crystal and asked “Crystal, how do you feel about that?”

“Bad mommy. I don’t want to work in the library.”

“Well Crystal, think about it…I get that you have a great desire to read, and that’s awesome and because of that, maybe being surrounded by all those books might be enjoyable for you. You know stealing isn’t right, and maybe you should redeem yourself.” Jane shrugged her shoulders and neck with a contemplative look on her face. Crystal contemplated what her mother said, and smiled softly. She noticed her teachers smile as well. Her teacher shifted in her seat and looked at the librarian.

 “Yes Crystal it’s not your interest in reading that’s the problem, it’s that we would like to see you cooperating more.” Mr. Larson said with a genuine smile on his face. “Yes Crystal it’s OK if you finish your book early. You can always request to be sent to the library to trade in your book.” Mrs. Howard reiterated. Crystal looked at her teacher with interest, “We have no problem allowing you to do so. You just need to understand we can only permit one book at a time. Do you understand that?” Crystal nodded her head realizing that her teacher had a good point. She tilted her head and said, “OK… I understand that. Teacher why can’t the library lend more books out at a time?” 

Jane looked at Crystal and said, “You see Crystal. Unlike public libraries, your school may not have an abundance of books. There’s so many students that go here and most likely not enough books for all of them. You gotta consider the fact that we all have to share.” Crystal’s teacher and librarian smiled at Jane’s response. “Your mother is right. I want you to do one thing for me Crystal. Can you remember to go straight to the library for lunch tomorrow, before making me have to remind you? I want to see you taking the responsibility all on your own. Do you think you can remember?”Crystal shook her head enthusiastically. “Uh huh.” She looked at her mother who still held her calm exterior. Jane paused for a moment before saying anything. 

There it was. That look on my mothers face. I knew the next words that came out of her mouth would be beatiful. They would be her … lesson. 

Jane’s eyebrows raised, as she expressed a witty smirk. “You see Crystal, at the very bottom line, it’s following the rules matter even if you may not agree. They are always going to be there. Whether it be your parents, your teacher, your librarians, or bosses. You’re gonna have rules to follow for the rest of your life. It’s part of growing, and  It’s better that you learn that now rather than later.”

Crystal’s teacher and librarian beamed with large smiles on their faces. Showing their agreement of this wisdom. Crystal smiled at her mother with such confidence as she spoke prominently. In that very moment, Crystal discovered, that even  in her most dire moments, her mother could turn everything into a deeper lesson with meaning that carried a weight beyond her years. While Crystal and her mother walked to their car she asked,”Mommy why didn’t you get mad at me for stealing books?” 

“Well honey… While stealing is wrong and not OK, it’s your desire for reading that I am proud of, and you did a really good job owning up to your wrong doing all on your own. I’d really like to see you following rules more, because once you do that, the need for stealing will be no more. Can you do that for mommy?” 

“I sure can mom.” Crystal smiled at her mother and quietly sat inside the car. As they drove away Crystal stared at her mother and said “Your the bestest mom ever and I love you soooooo much.”

An ultimate bond they’ve grown throughout life. With every situation they live through, strengthens their ties. Crystal looked up to her mother more than anyone else, and this day she felt comfort in knowing, her mother is her shining star. 

To be continued…..