Writer's Workshop

Well hello again my friends. My friend Yara took me up on my challenge last week and did the assignment. I would like to link to her but she might yell at me...and the woman can yell. (But...shhhh! Don't tell her I told you...she's on my blog roll. So, if you were to say, go over there, on your own accord, and read what she wrote, it won't be through any fault of mine.)

Today I challenge my second favorite teenager, Hannah, to do the writing challenge. I know Hannah has some good stuff up in that cute little head of hers and I can't wait to read it.
Here's the challenge: (Don't forget to link up with Mama Kat by clicking on the tab above.)
1.) Discuss an intense game of Pictionary that you spent most of Saturday night arguing with your family about, only to log in to your email account two days later to find 35 emails between said family regarding aforementioned game and rules.
2.) Tell about a time you hurt somebody that still bothers you to this day.
3.) The one that got away....spill it.
4.) What inspired you? Write about a time when you were impassioned to write.

5.) What happened in the last year? Write about something you can do now that you couldn't do a year ago.
6.) Write about the event that was the end of your childhood


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I could do a made up story of the first one, but I wont. I have never hurt another living soul, that I can think of right now, that is. Ha! The one that got away? I have the perfect husband...none got away. I haven't learned anything new in the past year. My childhood ended when I was about three and it's too sad to talk about...so I'll go with a time I was impassioned to write.


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Taken directly from Millicent's scrapbook, dated 8-12-06; I HAD to get my feelings of this experience on paper. And what better way than with a scrapbook page.
All I wanted was to breastfeed you. It was one of my prayers before I even conceived you. So what a disappointment I felt when I wasn't able to.
For a few weeks you hadn't gained any weight. At first we didn't think much of it. I'm small; the other girls are small. So you being small isn't a stretch. Plus you were active a lot. But then you started losing weight. One night Dad told me to look at your skin. It looked all loose and baggy, like there used to be fat, but there wasn't anymore. The next day you woke up from your nap crying, and I began to think.
Since you were born you were happy and content. You hardly ever cried. All of a sudden you were crying all the time. We blamed it on teething, but I began to wonder. You had been sleeping through the night for a while. You were waking up every hour during the night for a couple of nights. When I looked at you I noticed that you had lost that baby glow. You were lethargic. And I started realizing that I was starving you.
I had some bottles in the cabinet and a sample of formula that came in the mail. I asked Ashlea to make you a bottle, while I cried. Then I fed it to you with tears streaming down my face. I knew that I had failed.
I kept trying to breastfeed you, but I wasn't making enough milk to keep you happy, and you started rejecting the breast for the bottle. Then I found out about a device called a supplemental nursing system; SNS. I went to the hospital and purchased one. We started using it that day and I felt completely blessed to be able to nurse you again. But it was short lived.
I can't nurse without the SNS now. You've come to expect the milk to constantly flow. Since I've had it, I've only nursed you a handful of times without it. I'm proud that I get to do that. As hurtful as it is to me, I'm extremely grateful to be nursing at all. My hope is that as you get older you will realize that we don't need the SNS. Nursing isn't just about food, it's about comfort and bonding and love. And that's why I've kept going.
(Addendum to the scrapbook page: still nursing at three, without the SNS.)