Looking back through my recent posts, I snubbed my own nose at the laziness of my entries. Certainly, posting the contents of a chain letter/SPAM was another Blog 365 copout. My tale of Banana Robbery wasn’t much better (although cute). It was one of those nights when I felt that I must have something to say, but just couldn’t find the right words. I refused to sleep until I had posted a real entry for the day.
I sat in bed writing down whatever thoughts came into my mind, and then promptly deleted all that I had written. As usual, YaYa looked over my shoulder and offering his critique. Realizing that I was self-conscious of my own son, I kept telling him to roll over and go to sleep. He didn’t…so I finally just gave in and we worked on his blog instead.
I know that it is odd for a 9 year old to have his own blog. I let him start one with the hopes that it would help him learn the craft of organizing his thoughts to ultimately become a better writer. Although his participation in Blog 365 seems to push the demands over the top, I assure you that he *wanted* to do it. I even tried to talk him out of it. YaYa takes his participation seriously. He may not publish a post everyday, but he takes pride that has an entry for every day of the year so far. And, even though he doesn’t type the entries, I still think that he is learning a lot about writing. He certainly has an eye for missing commas. I like to think of it as another part of his education. For him, it is a way to stay close to me and his Dad.
It wasn’t until YaYa examined his finished product, carefully checking that every day had an entry, noting the animal of the day, the phase of the moon, and the number of visitors that have hit his site, that he finally rolled over and fell fast asleep. It was then, that my thoughts finally came to me.