My wife subscribes to a monthly women’s magazine, which she always reads assiduously as soon as she receives it. In the last one, she learned about a writing contest for mothers, sharing her experiences, discussing how they cope with the day-to-day life of motherhood, and what they think about.

It is a nationally circulated magazine, and she knows there will be so many submissions, mainly for the prize, a valuable 18-carat solitaire diamond ring in white gold.

“Oh”, she exclaimed, “I will write, and that ring will be mine absolutely”. Naturally, I supported and encouraged, knowing how high her literary talents and her maternal and familial love.

She promptly began to work, as the deadline for submissions was relatively near to be closed.

Then our youngest son fell ill, suffering from a fever and a sore throat, which forced her to devote more time to him.

As soon as he recovered, our maid had family problems and missed a week of work, which left her quite busy.

But she did not give up, saying, “These are problems I’ll tell about and will give me more substance to my narrative, in addition to the great love I always dedicate to our two children”.

So, she went back to writing the maternal testimony, which finally reached its conclusion.  She asked me to read it, and I said nothing but praise.

However, as she prepared to send it, she simply cried because, unfortunately, the deadline had passed the day before.

I know the failure of the task she had set for herself had been enormous.

I always know there will be a woman wearing, inappropriately and undeservedly, one 18-karat white gold solitaire ring.     

This non-fiction and all other works at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira, ©