The Nerve

25 08 2011

I think I may have been born with a pencil in my hand. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing, though there was a period of several years that I put my writing instruments aside in lieu of raising children and holding down two full time jobs–one for which I was paid and the other for which I earned hugs from my family. I love when women who don’t work outside the home say that they are domestic engineers. Some have even fancier titles, but the point is, a stay-at-home-mom does not equal a lazy person.

My job, while the kids were growing up, was to keep the house clean, do the wash and ironing, pay the bills, grocery shop, send out birthday, anniversary, sympathy and Christmas cards, see that the lawn was mowed and the weeds pulled, sew my own and my daughter’s clothes (plus pj’s for the boys), cut everyone’s hair (including my own), can and freeze every fruit and vegetable known to mankind, tend the garden from which much of that canning and freezing was done, or go to the orchards and farms and pick the produce, help the kids with homework, drive them to baseball, piano lessons, flute lessons, gymnastics, wrestling practice, soccer practice, and any other extra-curricular activities, take them to the doctor when they were sick, pack lunches for all of them, and feed the family a good meal every day. I’m sure I’ve left out any number of other things. When I began my job outside the home, I fit that into the schedule too.

So after all those years of doing the two jobs I’ve mentioned above, I have come back to my writing. It has been a journey. In no way is it an easy job if you want to do it right. Being driven to write something important to me and to do it well is even more difficult. And it takes a lot of nerve. I’m developing that in my old age. Even if it never pays a dime, it will be worth the effort, just like raising a family was. I’m not in it for the money. I’m in it for the sheer joy of creating something unique to me. If it turns out that others get to share it, than so much the better. I just want it to be the best I can make it.

Just as I’m proud of my children and grandchildren, I hope, too, to be proud of what I write. It’s not there yet, but I’m working hard on it, revising, adding, deleting, polishing, analyzing, attending conferences, and reading books on writing. And I’m having so much fun.




One response

26 08 2011
Trudy Block

So well expressed, Terri. So many of us have done the tasks but few of us can describe it so poetically.

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