I shouldn't take bloggy breaks. It's always so hard to get back into the swing of writing again. Does that happen to you too?
Anyway, I do miss writing, and I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with something to say that would be worth reading. Sometimes I feel like I've emptied the well and everything I have to say has been said, so what's the point?
Barrett took matters into his own hands and gave me another reason to write. Here's a conversation we had the other morning:
"Mommy? Do you know who King Martin Luther is?"
"Yes...." (I didn't want to correct him on this because I was wondering where on earth this conversation was going.)
"Does he know me?"
"I don't think so, sweetie."
There was a pause in the conversation. I studied his 6 year old little face and could see the wheels turning.
"Has his birthday come yet mommy?"
"I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was going to send him a card."
"Oh! That's very sweet of you."
"Yeah, but he wouldn't know if I was a man or a kid, so I'd just sign the card,
'From a little kid named Barrett'."