I have a notebook that I keep in my purse at all times. It’s not a journal, it’s a writing notebook. I started keeping one about a year ago, and am on my fifth one. It’s sacred – no pages are ripped out or colored in, ever. The children miraculously respect it and know not to touch it. I do all sorts of writing in there: free writes, blog posts, ideas for articles, very very rough drafts…. but some of my best writing actually comes from the kids. At the back of each notebook I have a page for kidisms. Cute questions, amazing thoughts – as soon as I hear them I write them down – at the next red light, in the elevator, I capture their gems.
Here are a few of the recent ones:
Me to Juliette – “What’s the magic word???”
Jack, while having diarrhea – “Look Mommy, I made Nutella!”
Bella – “The doctor doesn’t really come out in a minute, so why do they say that?”
Jack – “Sometimes, I just wake up because my dream is over.”
Bella – “Why can’t tomorrow be today?”
Juliette – “Go to beach Mama. Ride a camel mama. Pretty please.”