It’s been a while. I know.
It’s not that my kids haven’t been hilarious, because goodness, they certainly have. I just sort of lost my mojo.
Well, here I am feeling my mojo coming back. I’m remembering conversations with The Boy and The Girl with which to regale you. I sit down to write, and POW, BANG, BOOM, NOTHING. (Please tell me somebody else launched into a verse of “Do You Want Me” by Salt-n-Pepa. I don’t want to be alone in my random forays into song lyrics.)
I can’t remember one thing my children have said. Not one. Which is sad.
I don’t take a lot of pictures, and when I do, they’re typically of things, not of people. I don’t keep scrapbooks filled with programs from awards ceremonies and playbills. I don’t video gymnastics meets and school programs.
What I do is write. And if I stop doing that, when my kids are grown they will never know how funny and lively and witty they were as children. Worse, they won’t know that I appreciated and honored their individuality.
So come on, Mojo. Mama needs to write.