“…the more we get together, the happier we’ll be.” The final song finishes and I’m so proud of Mister. He made it through toddler story time. Sitting. The whole time.
One of the storytellers brings out a bin of toys and Mister runs to play. He chooses a mailbox that sings and slides it off to the side. The mailbox catches the eye of a girl at least a year older than Mister. The girl’s mother pauses her conversation, about salsa of all things, long enough to help the little girl slide off her lap.
“Now, Mister, you have to share,” I prompt my son. We’re working on it, but he’s not even two and the concept of considering another’s feelings isn’t sinking in.
They play beside each other for a minute. Until he finds that the mailbox is made for stuffing things inside. He grabs all of the plastic “mail” and starts stuffing it in the mail slot. The little girl retreats to her mother.
“Ugh,” the other salsa lady sighs.
“Give her some mail too, please,” I tell him. He hesitates, but hands it over.
“Anyway…yeah I can make some salsa to bring,” the other lady gets back on topic. Still. Seriously?
The little girl fills the mailbox and Mister pounces on the abandoned mail, boxing out the little girl. She goes back to her base.
“Move over here please,” I tell Mister, “so she can play too.”
“Well, yeah. She can’t get to it to play,” the other lady says.
I don’t tell her that Mister isn’t as old as he looks. Or that I’m trying to let him practice playing with other kids without interfering too much. Or that her daughter, who is currently stealing a stuffed frog from another child, is annoying. I bite my tongue. I don’t like this co-parenting thing.
How do you find the co-writing thing? What have you learned about the writing community?
I’m trying not to give too much away, but this is a big week for me in the writing community. My query is part of the Gearing Up To Get An Agent Pitch Contest here. And I was interviewed by Bethany Hensel for her lovely website here. I’d love it if you could check them out!