This weekend’s Trifecta challenge: We give you three words and ask that you add another 33 to them to make a complete 36-word response. You may use the words in any order you choose. Our three words are:
remember
rain
rebellion
I don’t even want to remember the rain of words during those years of rebellion: the I hate you!s, the You’re so stupid!s, the Fuck you!s. Now, my child, I remember only the I love you.
Rangewriter 
I like the evolution from entropy and separateness to the intimacy, the vulnerability, and the creative power of loving and being loved.
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Wow. You said all that better than what I wrote!
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Beautiful, Linda!
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Thanks, Glenda. You are the wind beneath my wings.
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we forget the pain of giving birth to life and we forget the pain of giving birth to adulthood. 🙂 we are MOMS!
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Well yes. I’m not actually a mom, but this was a tribute to my own poor mom who endured the worst of what I had to dish out.
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Ha! I was that daughter too. 🙂
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Nutty me, I misread your comment. I suspect you weren’t as bad as this little vixen was. 😉
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oh, I guess I have that rebellious period still to look forward to:(
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Yeah, enjoy the calm before the storm.
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Brilliant. This is art. Your’s is a fine form of writing.
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Aah, you’re puffin me all up, Dink. Thanks!
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The “I love you” is the most important part! Very good.
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Thanks, deanabo. High compliment, coming from you. 🙂
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Daughters can be especially cruel and hard on their parents. Sons – less so I think. But regardless, you’ve nailed your challenge beautifully and have us all thinking of our poor parents and what we put them through.
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Thanks, Renee. At least we former daughters are in good company.
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Now that is a damn good one Linda.
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Sheer serendipity. I never know where these little things come from or where they’re taking me. I wish all my writing efforts were like that.
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So simple, profound and heartfelt. I was not a particularly rebellious teenager but I had my bad days. I’m still embarrassed about that though 🙂 especially since my parents seemed to have forgotten those moments 🙂
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Maybe your parents remember their own bad moments more than yours! 😉
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Ha! I can never find out but it is an interesting angle to view things now. I feel less guilty already!
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Good! 🙂
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As a mum of adult daughters I have had my fair share… we give out to our parents with so much hate when we rebelled…wonder if they ever forget. Nice and very realistic Linda.
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I guess you’re still in the remembering phase. But I hope it’s like childbirth itself. In time the memory of the pain goes away and leaves the miracle in its wake.
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I like your use of exclamation points instead of apostrophes. Love is always under the passion.
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Thanks for commenting on that. I wondered if it would work or just look incredibly stupid.
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That ammunition sounds familiar…
Great piece!
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It seems I tend to pick universal themes. 😉
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Oh, this is totally my son and me. Only by the grace of God did neither one of us end up in spiffy orange jumpsuits. He’s 22 now and has decided that I’m really not the “stupidest person in the whole universe.” Heard that one for years. Ha ha.
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Well I too, am glad you didn’t end up in orange jammies!
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Best to remember the good stuff, yup! Nice piece.
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Very Powerful!
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Thanks!
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Lovely.
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So well put-better to leave the tasteless & worthless behind & remember & live the “love”:-)An excellent piece!
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Thanks. I appreciate your praise.
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🙂
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whew – those are tough words to have rain down on one’s head – wonderful way of expressing how the I love yous can cleanse that grime away.
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What a nice comment.
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Well said !! That’s the love of a parent..to never remember her child’s terrible betrayals.
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…or else, I guess there’d be a lot of orphans running around. ;-/
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With just thirty-six words, you’ve illustrated the miracle of a parent’s love — the selective memory and the relentless ability to start fresh every day.
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Yeah, Charles. Who says selective memory isn’t a blessing, eh? Thanks for dropping by.
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So full of hope.
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I hope so. 🙂
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I do wonder how do express such beautiful thoughts in only 36 words!! Lovely post!!
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It’s a little like being shoved off the ship into the ocean. You just have to start paddling and hope you find a log to grab real quickly! 😉
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