My mind is a jumble of things to write about.
Children out on spring break.
Things that are complicated.
Things I complicate myself.
When Kate said she had a special guest blogger in her email and then
mentioned her child was on break and she was spending time with them, my brain
put 2 and 2 together and came up with my own 7 – I assumed she would share a
bit of her child’s writing.
But my brain is in creation mode, having been fighting
editing for weeks on two projects. In creation mode I frequently put 2 and 2 together and get all sorts of answers.
I want to create!
And I want to read what my children are writing too! (which is
secondary creating for me).
I am blessed to have read many of the things my children
have written. In fact, further blessings, I was in a position (editor of the local
paper) to publish some of my children’s columns. This is a triple blessing to
an editor because: 1. Hey, my kid writes too! 2. They write really well and are
entertaining, well, I think so, 3. More copy for page 4, Yay!
Two of my children were especially motivated to write for
the paper – and they even named their columns – Poor College Kid and (I can’t
remember, to be filled in later).
It is important to keep the good memories alive about our
children. Things get tough and I worry too much about things I have no control
over instead of trusting God to take care of them just like He always has.
Thank you, Kate, for reminding me of the good memories I
have – lots of good memories.
Praise God!
There’s more Five Minute Friday sharings here - and the Guest Post Kate promised – check them
out!
I don't claim to be a writer,
ReplyDeletejust put down what comes to mind,
edit, get words slightly tighter
and then I go and send it, blind
into a place called Who Knows Where
(perhaps someone will read the thing),
but I can't say I really care;
to finish was the great ka-CHING,
because it says my brain's still here
past all the fevers I have run,
and these poems might make it clear
that I'm a fool just having fun
with meter, cadence and rhyme
while I live on borrowed time.
Love this poem! Thank you for sharing. I've said it before, but you have a beautiful gift, which includes the gift of encouragement, the gift of enlightenment, and the gift of insight. ... maybe even what my dad used to call "the gift of gab" ...
DeleteI love reading what children write too - I have kept most of what my kids have written to me.
ReplyDeleteawesome! thanks for visiting
DeleteHow cool to have your children writing in your paper too.
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Deleteyay for a writer raising her own writers! How uncomplicated can that be eh? :) FMF2
ReplyDeleteYes! Actually, it's worse than that ... my grandmother was a writer and encouraged me by answering every letter I ever wrote her, and my mother has always been a writer and has finally finished her first novel. Go Mom! (she's 85)
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