In separate conversations, I ask Sully and Theo to tell me one thing about school that they think is really great. Interestingly, each one has the same answer, "I like to work in my journal" and "Writing in my journal." Yesterday Sully told me that a highlight of his day was writing the letter H in his journal. Then he said he drew two alligators and rising water. Two days ago, Theo told us a proud moment he had at school that day was when he was writing a story in his journal. His teacher stopped at his desk to see what he was working on; a moment that surely made him feel really good, for when he was telling us and got to this part, his eyes lit up and sparkled, his dimples sunk so deep into his cheeks they must've reached and mingled with his spirit. He tells...
I went to see Winter the dolphin. She lives in Florida and she lost her tail in a crab trap. Now she lives in a gigantic pool with another dolphin named Panama. Winter has a prosthetic tail. She's beautiful and I hope one day they can make her a pool in the real ocean.
I think about how much I love to journal, too. They only see me typing away on my computer; to them I could be doing anything. But I am writing. Writing about mothering them, stitching their stories - each and every push and pull right into my soul, sewn in forever. Could they possibly know that at the end of my thread and, because of them, I now stitch with a new word: Worthy.
just write.
