It's mommy brain at it's best. Worst? Strongest, at any rate.
Everything filters through my mind like a rushing river, the rocks worn too smooth for a single thought to cling and take hold. Writing has suffered, blogging has suffered, even conversation has suffered.
But where I cannot buckle down with my intellectual self, a physicality I've never known has emerged. I knit like crazy, my fingers flying over needle and yarn, pouring out a wedding gift blanket I never knew was in me. Projects call out like siren songs: diaper covers, washcloth sets, booties.
Lord, where does this come from? There's a busy, busy toddler who leaves me physically drained but intellectually wanting. Shouldn't my naptime reprieves be filled with words and ideas and stunningly new thoughts?
Surely when the second one pushes forth into this world, and my hands are even busier, You will bring back the academic side of me and let this physical creative stuff slide...
Or maybe the gentle rhythm of clacking needles, the calm of soft wool against my fingers, is just the solace this busy mama soul needs. And maybe it's okay to change focus when nothing else works.
And maybe You work even in afghans and baby booties.
I'm linking up to 5 Minute Fridays, a weekly writing prompt shared among all bloggers who participate. This week's theme is focus. You can find out all about it here.