Don't call me Ishmael. Call me Nana Sue. Call me Happy Nana who has just spent eight lovely days with her new grandson who came to visit from half-way across the country. Call me a cliche of a grandmother who wonders how to describe in a new, fresh way this full feeling of love. How does a writer avoid cliches at a time like this?
Maybe she doesn't. Maybe she just enjoys without trying to describe. Maybe she takes off her writer's hat and puts it on the chair next to the baby blue fleece blanket and the tattered Dr. Seuss books, worn out from reading to her two sons a couple decades-and-a-half earlier. Maybe she just rocks a baby in a soft chair and pats his diapered bottom softly while he sleeps. Maybe she closes her eyes and savors the heft of a sleeping baby on her chest. Maybe some things are just beyond language.
Maybe she doesn't. Maybe she just enjoys without trying to describe. Maybe she takes off her writer's hat and puts it on the chair next to the baby blue fleece blanket and the tattered Dr. Seuss books, worn out from reading to her two sons a couple decades-and-a-half earlier. Maybe she just rocks a baby in a soft chair and pats his diapered bottom softly while he sleeps. Maybe she closes her eyes and savors the heft of a sleeping baby on her chest. Maybe some things are just beyond language.
4 comments:
Yup, not worth trying to avoid the cliches - just write it down for your own pleasure and your sons' in the future. So glad you have this beauty in your life!
So glad you have this beauty in your life! Don't worry about cliches - just enjoy and write for yourself.
Nana, I love you and your butt patting, snuggly rocking. I wish I were still there to snuggle you.
Thank you Jennifer and yes, come back here, Finn!!!
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