Writing

I love writing. It is just me. It makes me happy. It expresses me in almost the same way as music does. I love them both. I can't imagine my life without either of them. I have a son who is severly dyslexic and I have tried to reach back to remember when I couldn't read in order to help him in that way. I honestly cannot remember a time in my life when I couldn't read. From the time I can remember I was reading everywhere I went. I always had a book with me. On the 30 minute bus trip every morning I read in my book. On the way home on the bus, I read again. I sat with a friend of mine who was a bit older and enjoyed reading like me. We would smile at each other, inquire about the new book and quietly stuff our noses in our books. It was bliss!

Now my oldest son is writing and I have to admit, that makes me happier than my own words in print. It's just awesome that he wants to follow along and has learned the joy of writing. My youngest has the most vivid imagination and loves to tell me his own story while I write it down. I am struck silent sometimes at both of my boys' actions. I stand in complete awe. Then my mouth curves up at one corner and I know that somewhere, somehow, I must be doing something right.

Have a great day! Hugs and good thoughts to all of you!
Tela