My oldest son is in the 7th grade. As a part of his Language Arts curriculum he's required to do some amount of writing. I'm always interested in reading what he's written. He's good at putting words together and creating interesting descriptions. I like to think he got that from me!
Today he came home with a "reflective" writing piece. His assignment was to "write a piece about the person who has most influenced you as a writer". He wrote a letter to me.
The opening line of the letter was... "You are the reason I'm such a good writer." I was wowed from that moment on. He went on to describe the speech I helped him write in the 4th grade, and how at the time he thought some parts of it were "silly", but the speech turned out great, and to this day the teachers use his speech as an example for other elementary students who are writing their speeches.
But the heart-melting moment came toward the end of the letter, when he said... "I know you write books and they haven't been accepted yet. They will be soon. When they are, I hope you become the most famous novelist ever."
The waterworks began when I read those words. The writer in me was proud. The mom in me was even prouder.
He understands the importance of the written word. Partly because he's seen how important it is to me, but mostly because he just "gets it". I'm thankful that my example has been a part of his growth as a creative individual with the ability to communicate through words.
And his words of support for my own writing reached deep into my heart and touched a place that had been dormant for a long time.
He amazes and inspires me on a regular basis... to the point that I think he can't amaze and inspire me any more than he already has.
Today he did.
I am blessed.