Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood

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You, at two and a half,
walked away from seeing Santa
by whom you had been struck mute,
only to whisper,
after we were too far away for him to hear
--and you were holding my hand when you said it--
that you wanted a fire truck, please.
I want a fire truck, please.
It was maybe the please.
And how I stopped myself right then
from going to the toy store
is an example I can use anytime
my willpower is
ever in question.

Vicki L. Wilson’s writing has appeared in Family Circle, Writer’s Digest, the Southampton Review, Anderbo, and other publications. She is a freelance writer and lives in upstate New York with her husband and her son, who is three. Visit her website at

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