Last night, I was putting the girl to bed and she asked for me to tell her a story. I took a breath and she said it had to be about a girl conductor of an orchestra. So I told her a story and she APPLAUDED when I was done. I have never had applause at the end of a made up story before last night.
She is just five, but keeps a blank journal beside the bed. Whenever the mood strikes her, she adds a couple sentences and a picture. Sometimes we write and draw together or leave each other messages. I think I will commit the story to paper and see if it becomes just as well received.
Which reminds me of where my life should have taken me....at about 8, I decided to become a writer and live in a garret-like apartment in New York City. I had planned on starving and writing novels and exploring every inch of New York on foot. Instead, I'm working a mindless sort of job, doing mindless sorts of things. So not where I thought I would be.
I do hope I'm equipping my children to follow their craziest desires.