So here I sit realizing yet again that it has been awhile since I posted. Oh I have had many good thoughts or things to share but my brain jettisons the information about 10 minutes after the thought first enters. Which makes posting next to impossible unless I just happen to be sitting near the computer without DS telling me yet another story.
DS is definitely artsy and all that. I am not. He LOVES his piano and lessons. He loves to draw and draw and draw. He also adores making up stories. Lots of stories. And they have sequels, prequels, new episodes, etc., and I have to keep up with them. He gets so put out with me when he walks up and says,"Mom, remember my story about so and so?" I have learned not to say,"Uh, no." Or "I'm not sure. Refresh my memory." Or "Let me see. Is that the one where such and such happened?" Nope, all the above responses from me are losers. I just answer,"Yes, honey."
His stories are becoming much more elaborate and the days of me writing them down for him are over. I just can't keep up. Plus I would like to get some other things done during the day. Oh say, like brush my teeth or get dressed. You laugh but you don't know my son. This kid can "talk up a blue streak" like we say in the South. So what did I do the other day? Why I dug my hole a little deeper. I told him about Eragon and the boy that writes those stories. Oh the little fire that has been lit. Inferno more like it. Yeats said,"....Education is like lighting a fire." Did anyone bother to explain what to do when it burns out of control like the fires in California during the Santa Ana winds?
Where was I going with all that? Oh. My thoughts aren't my own. Heavens, my brain isn't my own lately. So hopefully soon DS will have learned enough cursive writing strokes to begin working on writing his stories down. Soon I hope he is more confident in his spelling to write without me having to be literally right by his side. Not complaining. Just sharing that when I fall off the face of the earth you can just drum up this little picture in your mind of me sitting, quietly mind you, while DS is sharing another saga in another story of his.
Other than that life rolls along.
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