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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.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

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You boys are so beautiful to me. I know you don’t like it when I call you that. But you are. Those muscles on skinny legs and shoulders. How does a seven-year-old pack such a six pack into all that sinew?

You are beautiful and brand new still and I can smell it in your hair that’s got that summer and chlorine flavor to it. I’m scared so much of the time of the innocent parts of you getting broken. Where you’re fearless, I’m afraid. Where you leap, I want to build fences. Where you climb I want to strap you down. Where you launch yourselves off ramps and beds and diving boards I want to find a way to hold this heart in my hands and not in my throat.

Sometimes – and sometimes more than that – you show up at our bedside in your angry birds tighty whities because of bad dreams and tuck your long and gangly legs under the covers between us. It’s crowded. I push you over, tell you to move up. I complain and grumble and sleep so badly because of it and still there you are all smiles in the morning.

When did this happen?

When did you graduate from babies?

It’s a long way down when I see how far you’ve got.

You teach me the kind of courage that’s terrifying to learn.

Hold my hand, let’s cross the road together now.


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