I have a deadline for a novel I am working on, October. My mind seems to have been taken over by this, of course I am letting it. Eager, afterall, to have it completed on time. Sitting at my laptop I search for meaning and direction. No spark, no inspiration, my flame is growing small. Then my two year old to my surprise tosses himself onto my back with a hug as big as his little arms can manage. "Mommy! he giggles in my ear, "wanna wing wit me mommy?" he pleads. His nose is now pressed up against mine, forehead to forhead. The wonder in his eyes is all I can see. I can only laugh and hug now. With the closing of the laptop he squeezes my finger in his little hand leading me to the swingset. So excited he can hardly stand it.

With some gentle pushes sending him off he tells me again "wing with me mommy!" Pointing to myself he nods. So I sit on the neighboring swing full of thoughts of what I need to get done. I wondered how long until I could sneak away without getting him upset. With each pump the swing carried me higher and his smile wider. The trees rustled and before I knew it the only thought I had was how wonderful his smiling eyes are. He laughed so hard until I did too.

He knew just what I needed. Now with a clear mind and a smile I am off to write!