My Mission Statement

I write to serve, to unite, to educate. I write to share literature and flesh out ideas that may be of interest to others. I write to document an emotion, experience, or a blip in time. My mission is to write in such a way that the reader is reminded that we can find humor in all situations. It's one of the great blessings of life.


Monday, November 10, 2008

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I wake up every morning thinking I have absolutely NOTHING to write today, but somehow I always do. It's an amazing thing. I'm having so much fun with this story. It took a rather unexpected turn today. Should get interesting.

My kindergartner asked me this morning. "Does your day at home go fast or slow?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When I'm at school having a slow day, is yours slow, too? Or is it fast?"

Jeesh. What a question. You forget how LONG a day these littles are in school. I heard a little girl last week, a four-year-old say, "I feel a cry coming on." Isn't that a great line? I feel a cry coming on. I must write something with that. I've been rolling it around in my head for a week.

I took a peek at a friend of mine's work in progress yesterday. Without telling too much, there was a tree component, and it was so visual and so lovely, that I've really noticed trees all day. Words can be so very powerful like that. And just imagine if it had that affect on children. Inspired me, really.

My ED who just took up soccer a few months ago, made All Stars and her team took second in the region Saturday. I'm so proud of her because she 'reinvented herself' at 12. AFter hating soccer for all these years, she woke up one day, and said, "I think I'll play." And she's loved it. What a strength to be able to change your mind, say you're wrong or mistaken, and then rush headlong into it. It's been a joy to see her do it and grow in the process.

I learn so much from my children.

So then, my second daughter who has held on to her hatred of soccer (I have no idea what traumatic even in their infancy caused my daughters to 'hate'soccer), turned to me at the tournament SAturday and said, "I want to play next time." Well, yee haw! Would she have 'turned' if she hadn't seen her sister turn? I know it seems silly, but few kids take up a new sport at this age, and it's a shame. But they start to feel 'behind' or 'clueless' as my daughter said. WE just kept saying, "You're smart. Pay attention. You'll learn." I just think these adolescents need to use their bodies in a postiive way, see the power they can have physically, so they respect and value their bodies, especially girls, but that's a whole 'nother soap box.

Wonder how George and Barack are hitting it off today. Love to be a fly on the wall for that one.

I'm making chicken pot pies for supper tonight. This is my ULTIMATE redneck recipe because it is on the can of Veg-All, and it's the best chicken pot pie ever. Use or make a good crust, and you can't beat it. I do use freshly cooked chicken, though, not a can or anything which might take the redneck-ness to a new level. Or substitute vienna sausages. ha ha ha ha

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Donna,

It's so funny what you said about the little girl saying she felt a cry coming on. My eleven year old daughter said to me recently, "sometimes I just feel like sobbing."
Ain't that the truth?

--Jody

Sara said...

That's my favorite pot pie recipe, too. Now I might have to make one.

Happy NaNoMo'ing! You're really going at it 100%. I loved what you blogged the other day about channeling your frustrations into your character's life. Perfect.

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