“What is your favourite part about writing?”

BlogHer provides daily prompts for NaBloPoMo.  Today’s prompt:  ”What is your favourite part about writing?”  (… other than the weird way the British throw an extra “u” into half of their words.)

There are times when I am going through something, or thinking through something, and my fingers just itch to spell it all out on my laptop.  I like that I can brain-dump all of my thoughts onto the screen, and then rearrange them into something resembling good writing.  I like the reorganization of my thoughts into something that sounds like a sane person wrote it, instead of the mishmash of mental post-it notes that I usually have flitting about in my head.  I like to make sure it flows and sounds good.

For example, a few months ago, I signed up to give the devotion for our women’s Bible study at today’s meeting.  For the last week or two, I’ve been noodling a topic, and certain scriptures have come to mind.  However, it wasn’t until a few days ago that I just couldn’t stand it anymore and had to sit down to write it all out.  The writing it out, seeing the words on the page, and cutting and pasting and editing are the steps I need to take in order to really think through something.

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If twenty-one’s good, then thirty’s better.

Studies* have shown that it takes 21 days to establish or change a habit.

The Tylenol bottle says that two Tylenol is a dose.

Lots of people think that if two Tylenol is good, then three is better/makes their pain go away faster… Like repeatedly pushing the elevator button.

Ergo, if twenty-one is good, then thirty is better.

So, I’m committing to NaBloPoMo.  Thirty posts, thirty days.  Time to limber up the ol’ writing muscles again.

 

*By “studies”, I mean “Google”.  That guy knows everything.

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SpouseBUZZ!

Guess who has two thumbs and a new writing gig?  THIS girl!  I’ll be contributing to SpouseBUZZ, a division of Military.com for military spouses.  I’ve been a fan of the site for a few years, and am pleased as punch to join their team for the fourth quarter!  If you’re a milspouse, c’mon over and check us out.  To those of you who are popping in from SpouseBUZZ, welcome!  Grab a cup of coffee and make yourself at home!

Things are finally settling into a routine around here.  We received our household goods a week ago, and most of the boxes are gone, despite Knight leaving to go traipsing through Greece and Germany, per the Army’s “request”.  Lucky guy!  He comes back today, and I’m sure he’s expecting a honey-do list as long as his arm.

He won’t be disappointed.  Heh.  (Do I know how to welcome home my hubby or what?!?  ”Hi, honey, missed you! HowwasyourtripgoodI’mglad!” *smooch* “Now, hang that here and put these together and move that heavy thing and and and…”)

I hit up the PWOC (Protestant Women of the Chapel – yes, even the military CHURCH has acronyms) Bible Study on Tuesday, and am excited to be a part of that group of women.  I’ll be working through John MacArthur’s A Simple Christianity, and am looking forward to it!

Songbird and I have been going to Toddler Story Time at the library each week.  My normally effusive and overly affectionate daughter turns into a shy, delicate flower in this small group.  She doesn’t want to stand up and do the songs and hand motions.  She ducks her chin and shakes her head when The Story Lady asks her a question. She warmed up a little last week, but was still fairly quiet… except for bolting to the door toward the end.  I don’t know what her deal is, but I, for one, enjoy the 10 minutes of relative peace!

 

 

 

 

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He’s still as sweet as ever.

After brooding about it yesterday, I decided to have a heart-to-heart with Jet about his newly-instituted no-kissing policy.  Way down deep inside, I was hoping that maybe it was just a fluke.

The kids and I sat outside eating popsicles yesterday afternoon when there was a rare lull in the conversation.

“So,” I said, matter-of-factly, “why didn’t you want to kiss me before you got on the bus this morning?”

He shrugged and said, matter-of-factly, “I just didn’t.”

“Well, that’s okay,” I said.  ”But why not?”

He ducked his chin a little, slurped his popsicle, and said, quietly, “I just don’t want to be embarrassed.”

And my heart broke a little more.  Bravely, I soldiered on.

“Well, I definitely don’t want to embarrass you.  But your mommy really likes those good-bye kisses.  Sometimes I even need one.  What could we do about that?”

My precious, tender-hearted little boy perked up and said,  ”I can kiss you before we walk out the door!”

My heart skipped a beat, and I said, “That sounds perfect.  Great idea, kiddo.”

This morning, I didn’t even have to ask.  He puckered up and laid a big one on me before we left the house.

I love that little man.

This post is linked up to Finer Things Friday.

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I’m fine. Really. I promise. (Send chocolate.)

That sound you just heard was my heart cracking…  not shattering, really, but cracking and then healing back together, all rather quickly.

I knew this moment would come, but I honestly thought it would take a little longer to get here.  I suppose all mothers think that.

The bus pulled up to the bus stop, and I said to him, brightly, “OK! Bye-bye kiss!”

He threw his arms around me for a hug and then turned to leave.

Uncertainly, I said, “Wait! Kiss!?”

He threw his arms around me again, squeezed me hard, mumbled an embarrassed “No, Mommy” into my neck, and turned to leave.

He climbed onto the bus and never looked back.

This morning, my precious baby boy, who used to look like this:

… and now looks like this:

First day of Second Grade!

… who used to pump his little toddler legs and arms, churning them as fast as he possibly could across the playground to jump into my arms at the end of the day…

… who used to burrow into me and then kiss all of the parts of my face…

… refused to kiss his mommy before he got on the bus this very morning, Day Three of Second Grade.

I knew today would come, and I’m truly glad he’s becoming more independent, but… I really didn’t think it would happen so soon.

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