ink
March 30, 2011 § 1 Comment
My daughter began writing journal entries, in ink. When I saw her pen, poised over paper, I panicked and scrounged for a pencil. My instinct was to guard her work from mistakes, provide second chances to do her best. I almost overlooked the value of simple spelling mistakes marking my daughter’s development in to a writer and the beauty of her free-flowing thoughts captured, unedited, permanently.
I often find myself wanting to shelter my children from the uncomfortable feelings of frustration or disappointment. With every attempt to prevent mistakes, my children find their way around me. Sometimes they dodge poor choices and occasionally they stumble into disappointment, but always with independence and adventure. My children seem determined to teach me that I cannot protect them from their own experiences, there must be moments of unerasable error.
scribblechic 
again, those cracks and breaks through which light will shine…
love that she’s writing. she couldn’t have a better mentor, you know.