1. Being a mom
OK, three things.
But, in the grand scheme of life, motherhood and writing really define me. I knew from the time I was about eight I wanted to be a mom. I discovered in junior high school I loved to write. (I also discovered I did not have the legs for mini-skirts.)
My three children are now young adults, but I still squeeze them whenever I can and pray for them every day, that they will be constantly aware of how much God loves them and know that His plans for them will be more fulfilling than any harebrained ideas of their own.
|My firstborn and me|
Motherhood and writing are both huge investments. Long hours, sleepless nights, mistakes and do-overs. Shaping character. Big hopes and dreams. Praying I get it right.
If I haven't talked to/seen my kids in a while, I get restless. I just need to touch base, see if all is well. Same thing with writing. I have to transfer words to paper (or monitor) regularly, or I get cranky.
Life can spin so fast, sometimes I feel invisible. Writing inserts a dowel into the bike spokes and halts everything. It creates space in my head to think and reflect and imagine. I remember feeding my children at three a.m. and feeling the same way. Only the moon was up with me as I gently rocked my babies. For half an hour, the world stopped, and I could think and remember and pray.
Motherhood and writing have another thing in common: rejection. We've all heard "I hate you!" from a wailing toddler. Rejection letters feel the same way, even though they're on fancy letterhead. The cut is deep, and we might just want to give up. I don't know what I'm doing! I've thought more than once. On both writing and motherhood.
Motherhood and writing are the same in my heart. They are passionate, often tedious, rewarding, soul-searching endeavors. They can make me cry and rejoice in the same day.
My desire for them is also the same: I want the end product to honor God.