“ My imaginary mama… “
Self indulgent little ramble/ imagine…
I could never see her face. It’s always scribbled out, in a way a child would fill a blank page with mindless scribbles, but somehow — sometimes — I feel as if I could see her eyes.
I can’t, but sometimes it feels like I can by how I feel that warm gaze looking at me with such kindness and patience. Like she’s not mad at all, like she doesn’t expect anything from me, she just loves me because she loves me, and I don’t need to earn her love.
She has long hair that always looks so soft, that always falls over her shoulders, almost begging for me to grab on, just for her to gently tsk and pull her hair from my hands.
“Aha… ah, ah, ah Baby, mhm. No grabbing at Mama’s hair. I know, I know, but you don’t wanna hurt anyone, right? Mhm? and guess what? pulling on mama’s hair hurts mama, so let’s not do that, my dear… okay? Alright. Mama’s not mad at you, sweet boy.”
Mama will wear alternative clothing from time-to-time. She always says she enjoys just seeing people expressing and enjoying themselves. I think part of the reason on why she just wears it sometimes is because she knows how much it can hurt me at times knowing I get made fun of dressing like that.
Other times though, Mama dresses in frilly dresses and soft colored clothing. I also like seeing mama express herself, I always think she’s looks pretty in anything she wears.
Most of the time mama just loves cooing at me, which, even though it’s really embarrassing, and I am a big kid… (I don’t mind at all, I love it actually…) Again though, sometimes, her voice gets all glitchy and I can’t feel her gaze on her anymore. When mama’s like that, she usually is teaching me something, most likely vocabulary though! I love learning big words!! Even though mama never talks about being glitchy after…
Anyways… hope you enjoyed me talking about my mama !! HEHE :3