When all you need is a notebook and pen

IJ arrived home from school today with a look of urgency on her face, as if there was something really important she had to do and it simply couldn’t wait.

She proceeded to brush past me and raced upstairs to her bedroom, giving very few clues as to what was going on.

Concerned there was something wrong, I followed her, only to find she’d shut the bedroom door behind her.

It was one of those moments when you wonder what exactly the message is here – was I being told to keep out, or was she trying to tell me that something's very wrong and I should follow her inside?

Feeling a little clueless, I waited.

And paced a little.

And waited some more.

And noticed the carpet could do with a clean.

And inspected the bathroom door.

And noted the very tiny cobweb in the corner of the landing.

Then IJ appeared looking absolutely fine. More than fine, in fact. She looked relieved and surprisingly upbeat.

Wondering what all the secrecy had been about, I asked her what she had been doing and what was so urgent she had to race upstairs to her room.

Then it all fell into place.

'I was writing, Mummy.' She said.

She'd been writing a story and had thought of a sentence she just had to get down on paper and it simply couldn’t wait. One of those creative moments when all you need is a notebook and pen.

And I couldn't be more proud.

Unless it turns out she's been penning a blog post. If that’s the case, we need to talk.

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