I would never post anything my kids shouldn’t read. In fact, my writer’s soul wants them to read my posts. I want to share my words with them like I did every day when they were little. Now that they’ve grown, that desire persists.
“Thelma, did you read my post today?”
She chortles. “I didn’t have time today, sorry.”
“Sandy, what did you think of the post today?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t read it. Yet. I’ll read it later. I promise.”
“Marie, did you like my post today?”
I shrug off their indifference. I stop asking. You see, it doesn’t matter whether they read it or not, the story is alive. Permanently.
Today, the phone rings.
“Mom, I called to tell you I laughed when I read your blog story.”
And that, my friends, is why I write.
Thanks for stopping by! And keep your stories alive.