A few evenings ago, I was sitting at my computer, ostensibly working on my NaNoWriMo work in progress, but I was really watching the stiff breeze outside scatter thousands of leaves in every direction. Kind of like words. Lots of possibilities, but I could not seem to choose the right ones.
I feel like baking something, I announced to Amy. Something like pumpkin bread.
Since Stuart was already headed out to the store, to roam the aisles in search of a dinner idea, Amy offered to go along and get the necessary ingredients for the pumpkin bread.
You stay, mama, she told me. Try to get your writing done.
I continued to stare at the leaves, thousands of them, and I realized that I needed to embrace the luxury of NaNoWriMo: That all words are good words. The goal is quantity, and not quality, so much. This is an uncomfortable concept for me. Normally when I write, I tend to choose words carefully, and use them very sparingly.
It wasn't long before Stuart and Amy were home, and I was actually writing away. Amy called to me from the kitchen.
Come here mama, I have a surprise for you!
A reward? For working so hard? I imagined the possibilities. Chocolate perhaps, or some flowers?
And then Amy handed me a butternut squash.
I know how much you wanted to grow these in the garden this year, and how disappointed you were when you had actually planted acorn squash instead, so I thought you would really like to have this.
Her face was beaming.
A lot of sentiments were running through my mind just then. That I love my daughter with all my heart, and any kid who picks out a squash as a surprise present is pretty darn special. I am already imagining how good that beautiful butternut will be, cooked with a little brown sugar and butter, and I realize something else. That finding the right words isn’t really so hard, after all.
Now when you have a butternut squash to inspire you.