Everyone is still asleep and I am writing. Well, staring at the keypad is more like it.
Maybe I should quit blogging. The end of the road has come when I’m barely off the ground. I was afraid of this.
I click around, read some things, check the next module in my writing course. Before long, the sun is peeking and a small body draped in hand-me-down silk finds me on the couch.
“Mommy, can I play the tablet?”
“No honey, we don’t play the tablet in the morning remember?”
A few minutes go by . . .
“Mommy, can I please play the tablet?”
“You asked me before and I answered you. My answer is the same. We don’t start our day with tablet games. Find something else to do.”
She gave it one or two more tries and I answered the same, but was tempted to give in. I gave her a couple options which she didn’t like, but I left her to figure it out. It’s tough to let boredom work itself out, but before long she is coloring and cutting and I’m still here with my keypad, . . . kinda bored.
I’m waiting, watching, listening for something . . . and I realize those little feet dragging a little nightie around gave me something. That searching little voice, needing forced into creativity by sitting in her boredom, was just the inspiration I woke up for today.