It’s been a while since I’ve posted here, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been busy living or writing. I have, however, been wearing my parenting hat a lot of late, answering more to the sound of “Momma?” than to my own inner voice.
May is always hectic, as any mother of school age children knows. Add to that the start of summer swim team, the re-occurrence of a child’s health concern, and some serious vacation planning (more on that later), and you can imagine how creativity and introspection have taken a back seat.
Several weeks went by with no work on my novel; 24 hours in each day not being sufficient to hold everything. But, as always, it was there waiting for me when I turned back to it, and the pause provided perspective as it usually does.
Now, the kids are home, and our summers days have fallen into a rhythm. We try to use both our minds and out bodies each day and endeavor not to get on each other’s nerves too much. I encourage the kids to pursue a passion; they prefer YouTube videos. It’s a common problem, or so I hear.
I’ve been told that one day I will miss the abandoned socks, the library books scattered all over the house, and the sounds of electronic games and grumpy teens. Right now, I can only imagine. I know that the days can feel long, but the years are short. This time is precious, and the kids still need me.
My stories can wait. At least until August 28th (not that I'm counting).
