Slipping Through My Fingers
A Glee song-fic
I was listening to this song while writing "Mother Dearest" and thought this would fit perfectly for Shelby and Rachel.
Shelby and Rachel awoke at the early hour of 7:00 am. They sat at the breakfast table with Elizabeth in her high chair. As they ate, they talked about plans for the day. Rachel had recently received her license and was driving a lot.
"Do you need me to run to the store, mom?" Rachel asked.
"Sure, Rachel. Make sure to get some milk, cookies and ice cream. I'll pick up some formula on the way to work." Shelby replied.
"Sounds good. I'll see you after school." Rachel replied, rising from her seat.
"Have a good day, sweetheart." Shelby called as Rachel walked out the door, backpack and lunch in hand.
Shelby knew her little girl was grown up a long time ago, but now that she had gotten to know her daughter, she felt her heart was being torn. Rachel would be graduating next year and going off to college. Who knew where she'd be going out of state for college or staying close enough to stay with Shelby or even Leroy and Hiram?
I'm just starting to get to know her. Why does this have to happen so fast? I'm not ready for her to leave!
She knew that singing had always helped when she felt sad in the past, so she picked up Elizabeth and carried her daughter to her room. She still had a few minutes before her friend Jennifer would arrive to babysit Elizabeth. After leaving the room, Shelby began to sing.
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning. Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile. I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness and I have to sit down for awhile. The feeling that I'm losing her forever. And without really entering her world.
Memories of Shelby and Rachel laughing over silly things through the past six months came to the forefront of Shelby's mind.
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter. That funny little girl. Slipping through my fingers all the time. I try to capture every minute-the feeling in it. Slipping through my fingers all the time. Do I really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing. Slipping though my fingers all the time.
Shelby walked into the kitchen, picturing the scene from just a few minutes ago.
Sleep in our eyes-her and me at the breakfast table…barely awake. I let precious time go by. Then when she's gone, there's that old melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt I can't deny.
Shelby suddenly remembered all the things that she and Rachel planned to do over the last few months.
What happened to those wonderful adventures? The places I had planned for us to go? Well, most of those we did, but most we didn't. And why I just don't know. Slipping through my fingers all the time. I try to capture every minute-the feeling in it. Slipping through my fingers all the time. Do I really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing. Slipping through my fingers all the time.
She came across a picture of her and Rachel that was taken when they were on stage together after regionals.
Sometimes, I wish that could freeze the picture…and save it from the funny tricks of time. Slipping through my fingers…
The doorbell rang and Shelby went to answer it. She let Jennifer in, told her that Elizabeth was in her room and went to her car. She had just enough time to make it to Carmel High.
Schoolbag in hand…she leaves home in the early morning. Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile.
What did you guys think? Please R and R.