Tuesday, November 24, 2015

{a writing battle) #sol15


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I have rarely missed a Tuesday Slice of Life over the last five years ... until this school year.  This year has provided many bumps in the road, ups and downs, straight up exhaustion.  Time, energy, and the balance of life have not been friendly.  I have not lived the writerly life.  Nor visited old and new friends to hear their stories each week.

Tuesdays would come and go.

Of course I would think about writing.  I would miss writing.  I would wonder about you.  I would ache not reading your stories.  Eventually I would open my laptop briefly. Then fight the tapping of my fingertips on my keyboard -- wondering where my story was hiding.  I have stories, just like all of you.  But my stories were captured inside me and silent.

And then Tuesday would come and go.

For me, I'm fighting my inner battles of what to share, how to share, how much to share.  It's nothing horrible, but it's life at its busiest, most stressful, trying to balance it all, and listening to that inner critic that shouts of disgust: your story is worthless, you have nothing to share, your reflections, thoughts, words are not good enough ... Yet, I know this is the story of every writer.

Tuesday would come and I would still write.

I used to write for me every Tuesday to share my words, my stories, to remember, to hold on to, to laugh and to cry, to connect, to practice and practice and write and write, to learn, to reflect, to be the writer I thought maybe I could be.  I would share stories about my daughters and stories about my students and stories about learning.  I had a story and I was willing to click that orange 'Publish' button without fear every Tuesday.  I'm not letting today come and go without stepping out on that ledge --

Tuesday is here and I'm writing.  I'm winning this writing battle.  At least for today.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

{today i write} sol#15




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It's been a very busy start 
to the school year. 

And nothing about it 
has been the usual.  

Priorities shifted and 
time has been limited.

I have not had the
thoughts or energy to share.

But today I write ... for me.
Stories about my daughters.

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Last Saturday was more than just a holiday.

Sitting at the counter, eating breakfast, M. informed me that she had not one, but two wiggly teeth. Sure enough, the teeth moved slightly back and forth.  One wiggled more than the other.

We gave it a week or two.

All day long, the looser tooth was wiggled with her tongue and finger and tongue again. Back and forth.  That night the little loose tooth surprised us and fell out.

A quick message to the Tooth Fairy and a celebration of the first tooth lost!

Yet another milestone that I wasn't expecting or ready for -- and another reminder my baby girls are growing up ... and fast.

"Mommy, I look like a pumpkin now!" M. said, smiling big with a little hole in her smile.

In the meantime, her sister was a little upset that she has not one (nor two) wiggly teeth ... yet.  She decided to leave a note for the visiting Tooth Fairy.  A little insurance of securing future visits.  As a mother and teacher, this little note my five year old wrote with minimal assistance after school yesterday, just melts my heart ...



"Tooth Fairy when my first 
tooth comes out of my 
mouth I will put it in 
my tooth pocket. Tooth Fairy 
I can't wait until I get 
to see what you leave 
me. Tooth Fairy
Tooth Fairy I hope you 
had a nice fly (flight)."
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