“No! Don’t go!” my children each clung to a leg.
I threw my travel mug and keys on the counter, making my hands available to put one palm on each kid’s soft hair.
“I’m sorry, loves. I want to stay, but I have to go to this meeting.”
My 5 year old daughter looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, “I wish you were a doctor,” she proclaimed, “Then you wouldn’t have to leave us at night for meetings.”
I giggled a bit inside. “Oh sweetie, if I were a doctor, I’d be on call and I’d work All. The. Time.”
“Then I wish you were a scientist,” she said, “and every night you’d come home from your lab and stay here with me.”
“I know, I know,” I said hugging her tight, and choosing not to tell her of our dear friend, a scientist who works exceptionally long hours.
This week I had the privilege to attend a writing workshop at Montreat Conference Center. Every day, I met with a group of 10 writers of all ages and backgrounds. It was a joy to gather with other writers, hear their unique voice come through their pieces, and be stretched in my own. I haven’t done “creative writing” since college (2 decades?!). While I write do creatively, I use the stories as illustrations of God’s workings in the world with a sermon or blog attached. I enjoyed the challenge of writing a piece that could stand alone.
Every day, our teacher, Ina Hughes, gave us a myriad of writing prompts. Some we wrote in class and some we worked on in the afternoons as assignments. Here are a few of the pieces I wrote, along with the writing prompt.
This morning, my daughter had everything ready to go. She picked out the perfect dress (garnet and lace — just the right amount of style and comfort). She selected her comfort shoes (sparkly gold with a pink bow and light-up rhinestones). She packed her brand new Minnie Mouse backpack. She put the “ready confetti” from her teacher under her pillow. She wrote her letters carefully in chalk on her “first day” board. Unable to contain her excitement, she dragged her chalkboards and backpack outside well before our family was ready to leave. I was inside wrangling her little brother into clothes when she called inside to me: “Mommy, it’s time to take my first day of Kindergarten pictures! Get out here!”
I came out to see that my newly minted Kindergartner had carefully set up a photo shoot on the front porch steps. She had arranged her “first day chalkboards” and her backpack just so. As soon as I got out my phone, she struck a pose, then another, and another. I clicked and clicked, making sure to capture every last moment.
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