Coming of Age Ritual

As she trod the well-worn path,
her mind turned once again to her noble first-born son.

Gladly would she bear his burden on herself instead.
Take it,
she could not.

It was his, and his alone.

Others went before him.....and more there were to follow. But now the call had come for him and answer it, he must.

Would he meet the challenge?
Would he pass the test? Cleansed by fire, burnished and equipped for destiny?

The mother knew all would be well and towards that end she traveled.....
searching out the potions needed for his great travail.

Alloys of the ancients ever potent for the task.
Able to assist, to aid, to sooth him in his trial.

Cillin of Amoxi for the taming of the germ.
Profen of the Ibu for the quelling of the pain.
Dexa of the Methasone for ills of hurt and swelling.

Gathered all together and then placed upon the shelf.....

Waiting for the day when Jason's wisdom teeth are yanked
and there'll be blood and gore and pain and all that other icky stuff
and then he only can eat soft foods such as yogurt, eggs and pudding for at least a day or two.

*deep breath*

Monday.....

It is

the day

of battle.

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