Writing for fun, or for therapy.. same thing

This week the floodgates of my brain have been opened and the world of Sparks is gushing out. Since having children I have had very little time to write or even pick up a pen other than to sign a forms or write out grocery lists. Although I encourage my students to write, I personally write very little. This week I am attending a workshop where all we do is write or think about writing. I have been blessed in just the two days I have been here so far because this place has given me a gift. A gift I once possessed but traded in for t-ball games, diaper changes, and vacation bible schools. I once let my thoughts pour out like "sands through the hour glass" but lately my hour glass has frozen in time. I once wrote poetry on napkins at restauraunts and pieced essays together in my head as I danced in the shower. Lately, all my napkins are to wipe dirty mouths and my showers are limited to how much soap I can get off before the baby cries. Motherhood gives us an endless ocean of material and no time to write about it before the next wave crashes against the busy shore. Yesterday my son said the funniest thing about his experience at drama camp. I told him to bring me my notebook and a pen.... then I made him write it down and date it himself. I thought that would be funny in years to come... a six year old documenting his own humor for his busy and exhausted mom. One day I will slow down and that notebook will be precious and I will read and write again... for now I am relegated to a week in the summer of 2009, any stolen moment, or clean napkin.