Today the girls were talking about joining a writing blog. It’s like a writing challenge for any human who wants to write whether you’re good or bad just an opportunity to exercise a skill. (That’s what I think it is)
Ana has mentioned this to me several times, and every time she does, my brain goes straight into fog. No thoughts, just fear. Fear of not being able to accomplish this for myself. Fear of what others might think. What if I sound stupid!!?
I think about Ana as Emi’s teacher, reading her writing. I hear Ana’s voice congratulating her, telling her that her writing made her feel closer to her. That thought alone makes me emotional. I can vividly remember Emi’s writing, her vulnerability, her creativity, the way her words felt so intense, emotional, I learned so much about her depth. To know that another person in my daughter’s life has taken the time to not only teach but to read her, understand and connect through her writing, makes me so grateful for Ana. For Emi and now for me. For pushing me to do this. For making me feel hopeful and brave enough to try.
Let’s see how this goes.





