TTNG: Parenting Styles.

They were equally pretty compared to each other, however when she came around they all paled in comparison.

To them it wasn’t fair.

Her car pulled up in the parking lot, a slightly dented dark blue Chevy.  The door opened to reveling a young woman, her smooth dark skin, and purple colored locks, which were tied in a loose ponytail, sunglasses covering her crystal eyes. As she moved out from behind the car her outfit was a simple as theirs: a plain black tank top made of a clingy material, form fitting jeans and black ballet flats.

She opened the back seat to revel a small child, a girl with red hair that barely reached her shoulders, bright sea foam eyes and tan skin; a green dress and black flats, the girl carried a home sewn backpack made from jean material. Closing the door and locking the car the child gripped her hand, as they began to walk towards the playgroup; the other mums watched the two, they didn’t look like mother and daughter and the mothers clothing choice was obviously inappropriate for a children’s playgroup.

Making their way, the young women called Mari Archer heard snickers and japes about her clothing, hair and as she wandered past the mothers about her tattoo’s that were on display due to the top having a low cut back. She didn’t bother listening to them though.

Kneeling down to her daughters height, Genevieve gave her mother andd hug which she eagerly returned.

“ I love you sweet heart. Have a wonderful day with your friends ‘kay”

Genevieve gave a bright smile.

“Okay mommy! Daddy said he be home tonight!”

The young girl looked excited. Her dad had been away on business so the prospect of seeing him again filled her with happiness. Mari was excited to see him again; she got worried whenever he would go out on assignment.

“Also remember that Uncle Erick will be picking you up today. I’ve got to go see a old friend of mommy’s”

“Okay! I won’t forget”

Three kids ran up to Genevieve her schoolyard friends, bidding her mother goodbye she ran back with them.  Mari smiled as the bell rang, she stood up straight watching Genevieve disappear into the building. Walking back towards her car she jumped over the fence, landing firmly on her feet. The mothers gave a disproving look.




She may not be the traditional mother; but she was good at being a mother that her child needed.