Snooping

Ok- so I'm nosey, invasive, and I snoop. So Shoot Me.

It just occurred to me last night that I haven't read any of Bryton's writing in almost six months. I remembered his journal was on his nightstand the other day, which meant he had pulled it out from his hiding place and my curiosity got the best of me.

He has always been such a deep thinker - very spiritual, but as he has gotten older I am not "allowed" to see this side of him often. This son of mine, who moans when I refer to his friends as "little Josh" or "little boys" has become too cool for mom. I can't help it. He'll always be my baby boy.

He has kept a journal since he was in the 6th grade. This is one of the VERY few things the public school system encouraged that I approved of. So I snoop.

Most of his recent journal seemed simple, much like my writing, but it appears he is attempting to write short stories, intertwined with drawings, which truly captivated me - allowing me not only to feel what his characters felt but what they look like in his mind also.

He'll absolutely die if he knows I blogged about him, but you know what, I have every right to brag.