Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on write.
It started when I was young. Something in me just wanted to write things down, get things out. It was my way of connecting with the world without being visible and not being visible was always important to me.
And it was always about me, and a part of me healing from past scars. And then, I had them.
And something amazing happened...
I found a peace, a calm, and a second chance at my own childhood.
I found messy homes and fingers and faces. I found laughter, and the sound of little feet. I found tantrums, and screams, and frustrations, and kids that need to be held, and kids that won't stop crying and kids that talk back. But, I also found little faces that sleep and say things like "love you mom". I found a spot on my chest that they rest their head on. I found how amazing the world is when you see it through them and I found calm.
I had to tell them, I had to let them know how much they have changed me and so I created a new baby...Childhoodtake2.
I created an outlet for these experiences and my thoughts. I created a way to talk about the good, the bad and the very very ugly. One day, I don't know if they will read my words, but they are here for them to read. One day, I don't know if they will care what this experience has done for me, but it's here for them and in case there is ever a chance that I am not saying it enough, I have to thank them.