I could’ve also titled this post, “Momma messed up and is trying to fix it.”
Let me back up a few steps and explain, my daughter, I know I’ve talked about her before, is what keeps me writing. She, and her brothers are the reason that I keep chipping away at this dream, even when it feels like the odds are stacked against me. I do it because I hope to open creative channels in their young hearts and minds. I do it so that they realize the endless possibilities that life has to offer and understand that that picking a path doesn’t mean its forever, only for now. I do it so they see me chasing a dream, and hope that one day they’ll find the courage to chase their own. She’s the one who keeps me on point, though. She’s the one who reads all my stories, talks through all of my revisions, understands that I’ve received rejections and the reasons I keep writing. Not to knock her brothers, they’re just too young to fully comprehend. She watched me take a leap of faith at the tender age of 6 and she’s been with me every step of the way. The best part is, she loves to write just as much as I do.
Last year she participated in #50PreciousWordsforKids and had a blast. She and I were eagerly looking forward to the challenge this year, she worked on a story, edited, revised, trimmed fluff and got to a point where she was pleased with herself and her 50 words. As her mom, I was overflowing with pride… I couldn’t wait to share it, but I forgot to submit it. Can you believe that? It was all my fault, too. There’s no excuse, I just missed the deadline.
So, I did what I would’ve wanted her to do, tell the truth and beg for forgiveness. Luckily for me, she’s about the most gracious and forgiving girl around and didn’t hand down a swift punishment but rather accepted the consolation prize I offered. “I can post your story on my blog,” I suggested and she was quick to agree. She really is one of the coolest girls you’ll ever meet. For the past week she’s immersed herself into the world of Shel Silverstein and is reciting poetry and writing her own off-the-wall rhymes. She loves to read, to write and to share whether that’s a joke, the last bit of her lunch, her favorite pencil or something she’s created, story or otherwise. I wish I had been exposed to more authors, makers and creators as a child. I wish I knew about all these wonderful avenues of creativity and the thousands of ways to share them with the world. But she does, and my boys will too and at the end of the day, that’s what this is all about.
I hope you enjoy her story as much as I do. (I’m only a little biased!) Remember, it had to be a complete story in only 50 words (title not included.) If you are curious to know more, check out Vivian Kirkfield’s website here, where she runs both #50PreciousWords and #50PreciousWordsforKids annually and is a constant cheerleader and champion for all things kid lit.
THE STUDY GAME.
“UHHHH,” ALEX SAID, “I DON’T LIKE STUDYING.”
“ALEX, IT’S NOT BAD”, SAID HIS BROTHER.
ALEX LOVED VIDEOGAMES. HE WOULD SNEAK TO HIS ROOM AND PLAY THEM.
“ALEX, I’VE GOT A GAME!” ALEX RAN DOWNSTAIRS. “IT IS A STUDY GAME! WAIT…I LOVE STUDYING NOW!”
There it is, written and edited all by herself with four words to spare. I’m not sure why it’s all in caps, but she gave me her seal of approval to post it, so post I did. In the coming weeks, I have another friend I want to introduce to you (except you probably know her already), not to mention the kickoff of our second #100PictureBookSummer and an exciting line up of Paper People Interviews! Thanks for spending time with she and I today, and helping this absent-minded momma make amends.
Thanks for reading, come back anytime!