I Couldn't Write So A Young Boy Told Me To Draw Instead

An autumn story for my new friends here!! <3

I couldn’t seem to write; some way somehow, my body is trying to find its place in the transition of autumn life.

I doom scrolled, ate four mini chocolate cupcakes leftovers from a Halloween activity I hosted for our primary girls, and I stared long and hard outside.

There’s snow on the mountains and it looks so beautiful. The scenery outside was sunny and crispy. A generous touch of soft neutral colors coming in.

I couldn’t seem to write. My body hurts. My seven year old nephew sings the same tunes he loves in repeat. He starts to draw as I try to make something edible for lunch.

I didn’t want to go downstairs to eat because the scenery out the window wanted me to stay. Of course, I accepted the invitation.

My nephew sits next to me, with his drawing, showing every detail and purpose of his creation. He solemnly presents a special dance and ritual moves of the powerful ability from each of his purposeful characters.

“Nini, do you want a paper too?”

Well, I couldn’t write.

So I drew instead.

“What are you drawing, Nini?”

“I’m drawing my dream. You know, something I want to happen.”

Don’t judge me and our sticky table… :P

My nephew said the books on shelves looked like drinking cups. I couldn’t see what he saw, but it was a funny observation.

“Pink! Make your book pink! What’s that on the table?”

“It’s a feather pen.” He couldn’t see what I saw. Still, we both marvelled.

I draw people, I thought of them as adults.

“Wow! There’s so many kids!”

“Oh, you’re right, they could be kids.”

We took pictures of what we created. My nephew wanted to make a video of sharing his drawings for our family to see. I didn’t send mine on the family text because I thought I could share it here instead. My family is here too anyway, haha.

So, here.

I couldn’t write for a time. So, I drew myself writing. I drew myself writing for others and it made them emotional and happy. My pink books could be for adults. And they could also be for kids.

It’s obviously not the best drawing. Fortunately, a young boy does not have a heart of a harsh critic. So naturally we both observed some things similarly.

We saw books. A pink book. We saw a happy gathering.

I believe that if a book has the power to create a joyful gathering, it is part of God’s holy work.

Seeing what I drew made me want to write. So I write this. It makes me happy to feel that somehow some way, my writing gathers more and more of His children.

More and more of you.

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Thank you for reminding me Who I’m doing this for.

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