I link up with Lisa-Jo on Fridays for a writing flash mob…throwing caution to the wind and gathering to share what a few minutes of free writing can buy. 

(And yes, it’s Saturday, but I’m at the beach so I’m technically on island time.)

Today’s topic: LISTEN

GO.

The boys stayed to take a nap so just my girl and me — my girl who’s nine and tweeny and both grown up and grown down — we went to the pool for some mommy-daughter time.

We grabbed our noodles and jumped into the deep end — no easing into the water for her. We used the noodle as a surf board and had standing contests, and we used it as a horse and had racing contests and we used it as an armchair to lay back and relax.

And then somehow, we started talking in British accents and I started calling her “ducky” and she started calling me “mum” and made up a place called Britland and deserved an Academy Award for our performance.

And there, on the noodles in the middle of Britland, my tweeny, grown up and grown down girl leaned in very close and whispered very, very softly,

“This is fun.”

And because I was right there, in that moment with her, embracing all things Brit and listening, I heard it as if it were a shout from the mountaintop…as if it were my own Academy Award.

STOP.