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Now, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
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He calls to me from the bedroom and wants a drink of water. Just one more. So I sneak in next to him and stroke back that cowlick and we talk Michigan. He wants to know what they speak there, what they like to eat, if they visit America sometimes too? No matter how many times I tell him that Michigan is in fact located within America he believes it’s his own country and loves to return there – in the flesh and otherwise in his imagination.
So I walk the edge of Little Traverse lake with him and we watch as he straddles an inner tube, tries to row the canoe. His little sister digs toes into the wet, shallow beach and we all should have put on more sunscreen.
At breakfast he wanders through and sees the snow that’s finally arrived – first time in Virginia this winter. He ruffles his hair, puts hand on hip, exhales and tells us, “yes, this is what I needed.” And the Michigander born snow baby who loves the lake is the first one out with his shovel and wheelbarrow.
Later over hot chocolate I show him the photos of our red car buried in snow the day he was born. He nods. Accepts this truth. His fingers and ears are numb and he is wearing a peace so deep it covers all the rest. I feed him crunchy bagels that he dips in cream cheese and send him back out again.
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Thanks for hosting, Lisa-Jo…don’t they love to hear the stories about how they came into the world :)
Doesn’t it warm your heart as a mother to see your child at peace with his world? Just last week we took our girls out to some family land and they just ate up the fields of grass. Makes my heart settle a bit :) Thanks for sharing!
Yes, it’s a unique kind of peace to watch your children embrace their roots even from far away
Hi Lisa-Jo
Your son reminds me of us knowing we don’t belong to this world, always for the “Michigan ” our Lord is bringing!
Much love
Mia
We all want to know where we fit in, don’t we? You are home to him, what a gift to be that place he knows best.
haha! Great post. My parents were born and raised in Detroit. When I was child we would travel back to that far away foreign land every summer. :)
ha, yes the great land of Michigan – we go there every summer too :)
Your writing is so poetic – the cadence is almost lyrical – a back and forth motion – it even has the feel of the Michigan Lake lapping at the shoreline. It is amazing how our children never tire of hearing stories about themselves and where they came from, much like we never tire of telling them.
Thanks Emily, and yes, re-living our stories through our kids’ eyes is something so remarkable, I never get tired of it.
I love Michigan….especially around Traverse City. I would go AGAIN if I had half a chance. It is a world of its own. When I was there…it was like I was in a different country. I understand the feelings of your post.
Yes, Micah has a point. Especially Traverse City with it’s beautiful shops and cherries everywhere and quiet lakes. It’s a place out of time – it can feel that way.
Awww….this post made me happy/sad. I’m Michigander with a 5 year old Michigan born son. We live in Hungary and often have conversations just like this!
Oh I can so relate. My South African born son misses home fiercely. And is perhaps the reason my little Michigander so strongly claims his own “country” too :)
Love your imagery here! I can just see the picture and all the warm feelings that come with it. Thank you for all the work you do here, again and again.
This is my second time doing FMF and I am loving it. Your encouraging me to post more of what’s on my heart and I haven’t done that in a long while. Thank you for hosting this and sharing your beautiful story of your son, so sweet.
Blessings,
Adrienne
Thanks for joining us, Adrienne, – it’s like free therapy to just write, I always think.
Lisa-Jo, your little guy is just adorable. I love these images you’ve shared here of the two of you, and the glimpse into his curious, trusting, adventurous heart.
I love when you write about Michigan! I am a Michigander and reading your description just makes me feel like I’m home and cozy in your words! :)
I love how he thinks Michigan is his! You have a beautiful prose voice. Thank you for this wonderful blog hop. It made me remember how important motherhood is. Click here to check out my 5 Minute Friday
How lovely your style of writing is. So descriptive. Your son sounds lovely, he seems to have an awe for things which is really appealing.
Hey guys! So I am super new to blogging and basically technology illiterate. I have a word press blog. Can anyone tell me how to link to this on my page??? Thank you!!!
He is a darling boy, and these are such precious moments Lisa-Jo.
This was wonderful. And I’m with your son — Michigan is where? Loved your words and imagery.
Yes, Lisa-Jo. We almost daily rehearse Isaiah’s entry into the world a little outside of Nairobi. It fascinates him and brings a rhythm to his self-understanding that I didn’t know he needed. Just checked out your must-read book list and it’s no wonder I like you so much! Books are always our heaviest investment as we cross back and forth over the ocean and we share many of the same titles as must-reads. Thanks for writing and for cheering us along to do the same! What a gift.
Your words made me smile – my youngest does the same with New Hampshire! Every trip there, he thinks we cross into another country.
Time to a child – compared to an adult. Place to a child – compared to an adult. Getting into their minds – lovely post.
Blessings,
Janis
There’s no place like home. And there’s no place like this in the interwebs where we can just be, like we can just be here.
This week prompt word is really got my mind and reading others’ posts is encouraged me, too. Thank you for hosting this awesome community.
First time and it was a blast, thanks for setting this up y’all! (But I totally stunk. And I edited one very very bad word that did not need to be typed)
I love your blog.. very nice colors & theme. Did you make this website yourself or did you hire someone to do it for you? Plz answer back as I’m looking to construct my own blog and would like to know where u got this from. appreciate it
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