Thursday, May 26, 2011

It's Clean

No, not my manuscript.

My house.

I've also made two new recipes this week, organized my kids' toys, did window treatments in my son's room, and folded insane amounts of laundry this week.

I get really motivated to be productive around the house when I have edits I should be doing. Suddenly the dishes don't seem so bad when the alternative is ripping apart my manuscript, the carefully piecing it back together.

I used to do this in school. My family always knew when I had a paper due, because suddenly my house was cleaner than ever. It's the only time cleaning is actually the happier alternative to anything else.

Okay, now I've updated my blog. I should probably stop stalling and get to work.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Twitterfied

I've entered the land of Twitter, and I'm not too proud to admit I'm a little lost. I can handle the whole update thing, the hashtag thing is still a little confusing, and if there is anything else Twitter does, I have yet to unlock those secrets.

Look me up at: kayleebaldwin1 and join me as I stumble past my comfort zone into new social technology. (I know I'm in my 20s and this technology stuff should come natural to me, but should and does are two different things.)

Coming up... My report on the Storymakers conference (loved it!)

Friday, May 13, 2011

You I Mist!

I think I've mentioned before that my oldest son has Down Syndrome and he has several health problems that go along with this. Because of some recent surgeries he's had, he's missed school and church for over a month. His classes in each made him a book of notes (without knowing that the others were making them) and I received both of them this week.

I wish my scanner wasn't such a pain so that I could scan in the cute little drawings, but what really got to me were the notes that these five and six year olds wrote to my son. He can't understand most of the words but I do. I read through every note and looked at every picture.

The power of a few words is incredible. Some notes say: We love you. You are very strong. You are fun. You are the best. I missed you for a long time. I wish you were not sick. And about 25 more messages for my son.

Then I got to the one that somehow got to me the most.

You I Mist.

Three words. Not spelled correctly. Not good sentence structure. But jam-packed with emotion.

And in those three words, my heart went out to this class who has learned this year that kids their age can get sick and need surgeries and struggle to talk and walk and eat and be like them. And still, they love my son for who he is.

This is part of writing. Finding these emotions and these words with powerful meanings and the people behind the words, and connecting. Connecting in a way that makes a 27 year old mother of a special little boy cry. Connecting in a way that draws us in and makes us feel something. Connecting in a way that reminds us that despite all of our differences, we can still come together through the power of a few words.