Scenes from My Life: Graffiti Walls

Mama cereal,” he demands.

Moving quickly I snatch cereal bowls from the cabinet, dropping in the spoons with a loud CLINK. I fill sippy cups and pour the cereal he so desperately needs.

As soon as I set the bowl in front of him, I dash to the bathroom, my refuge from the daily hustle and bustle.

The sounds of the shower drown out the commotion outside the locked door and I’m immediately transported into a sensory deprivation tank of my own making.

Silence.

The water rushes over me, its warmth engulfing me like a tight {and much needed} hug. The To Do lists and worries of the day are washed down the drain, and I’m left with lovely words. They beckon to be freed from their confines. Stories of life, and hilarious antics of the little people I love, and am now hiding from. My mind quickly ties the words together forming sentences, paragraphs and the writing rhythm beings to hum inside my head. I grab the bathtub crayon ready to free the words and give them a voice.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Startled I drop the crayon.

“MAMA!” he screams.

BAM! The words are gone.

Irritated, I pick up the crayon and put it back into its protective case.

Back on task I quickly rinse, wash and repeat exiting the shower ready to tame the savage beast trying to break down the bathroom door.

The words that once danced in my head are now gone, washed down the drain with the last bit of the fluffy soap suds.

I wonder if I’ll ever get them back.

Other than a pathetic grocery list, my shower walls have been blank for months.

Lately, my passion for writing has taken a backseat to the chaos of day-to-day life. There’s no time to linger or spend lunch hours uninterrupted writing my heart’s song. Evenings are no better with dinner-making, baby-bathing and house cleaning, my days and nights are never-ending groundhog days of wordlessness.

I want it to end.

I miss the words that dangled from my fingertips.

I craved the outlet and freedom.

I need to set them free.

I scream to the heavens that I want this rollercoaster of life to stop. The children, the job, the many directions in which I get pulled every. Single. Day.

I just want a break; a small moment to write.

“I wish they would all just leave me alone,” I thought to myself as I walked in the door from work.

Making my way up the stairs I heard it loud and clear.

“Mama home. Mama home.”

Immediately I was greeted with giggles, hugs and kisses. My little family hustled and bustled in our cozy home, and I watched as my husband read the littlest one a book.

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My heart skipped a beat and I knew I didn’t REALLY want to be alone. Without the ones I loved. For they are my passion and my story all wrapped into one.

Without them there would be nothing to write about.

There would be no witty Sound Bytes of week or funny stories about farts and burps. Photos of light saber battles and sleeping baby boys wouldn’t exist.

My pages would be even more blank, and lonely.

They are the glue that holds my life and story in place.

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“Mama cereal,” he demands.

Moving quickly I snatch cereal bowls from the cabinet, dropping in the spoons with a loud CLINK. I fill sippy cups and pour the cereal he so desperately needs.

As soon as I set the bowl in front of him, I dash to the bathroom, my refuge from the daily hustle and bustle.

The moment I step into the shower the words flow, like the water from the spicket and today there is no turning them off.

Today the words are free and my shower walls are decorated with graffiti once again.

For as long I have my family the words with never disappear, and I will always have a story to tell.

Shower Walls

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This piece was written live at last Saturday’s Creative Soul event during our Writing Circles. Want to sign up for a virtual one? Click here!

2 thoughts on “Scenes from My Life: Graffiti Walls

  1. I love, love, LOVE this! Such a beautiful piece. So glad you found your muses so the words could once again freely flow. My favorite line is this: “For as long I have my family the words with never disappear, and I will always have a story to tell.” I think I need that framed…and I need some bath tub crayons too. 🙂
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