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Six Sentence Sunday: Post six sentences from whatever you're working on, if you're game!

Kathleen considered herself an excellent mother, which to her meant never saying no to any of her boys. The fact that she couldn't always deliver on the yeses didn't matter. It was the thought that counted.

Of course, boys needed discipline, and that was why she had worked so hard to make sure there was always a good male role model in the house. She'd made a special effort to date from the pool of her sons' teachers, coaches and scoutmasters in the hopes that some of those fatherly instincts would take root. To her eternal disappointment, the boys never seemed to appreciate her efforts.


(Team Fortress 2 - an RP ficlet doing double-duty as backstory for a Scout/Sniper fic)

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Date: 2020-08-18 04:01 am (UTC)
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Eight sons? My immediate reaction is: NO. During WWII? I can only imagine what a monster of a mother I would have turned out to be. Actually, trying to imagine myself as any sort of mother induces an adamant, standing-stones-on-a-hilltop-sized NO.

Runt of the Litter Syndrome does tend to cross over into the spectrum of survival strategies. It's interesting how often runts, given time, physically outgrow their runtiness but remain emotionally stuck in dead-last position. It means they can spend their lives struggling to prove themselves. Or constantly creating a ruckus to remind everyone they're there.
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