A Few Thoughts on Dreams.
Tonight is the final class of this semester's Creative Writing class. I have been surprised by how much I've been able to get from just a once weekly class like this. Tonight we share some peer reviews of short stories and then that's it.
My goal for this summer is to begin submitting work to be published. From everything I understand this is going to likely be a summer of rejections. I have only a few finished pieces so I will also have to get more things cleaned up and ready to send. I am nervous, but excited. Since I was a little kid I have wanted to write. Sometime with motherhood, came the decision that maybe that wasn't right for me anymore.
I am trying to recommit to my dream.
My husband is a natural dreamer. He has so many long term goals it shakes me to hear about it all. Over the years, I have felt the need to play dream balloon popper at times. Isn't that horribly mean of me? He isn't as good at the little goals in between the here and now and the eventual realization of dreams.
(Baby's crying just pulled me away.)
Isn't he beautiful? He still looks sleepy and his eyes/forehead are still a little pink from the crying. He is teething right now, but still most of the time is just a wonderful, sweet little boy. He is 9 1/2 months old.
And looking at him, it is easy to see why some dreams have had to go away for the time being. My husband and I have worked hard to realize other dreams. Such as, the dream of me being able to stay at home fulltime. It is a blessing for our babies to have such constancy.
I suppose looking at this little boy it is easier for me to face the rejection of submitting my writing. I am not failing as his mom, so whatever I do as a writer..is just frosting.
What started out as a depressing look at lost dreams, has changed for me. I am glad my baby woke up and has reminded me of the good things I keep doing every day. I think my favorite moment of today has been giving him his bath.
I love being a mom.
My goal for this summer is to begin submitting work to be published. From everything I understand this is going to likely be a summer of rejections. I have only a few finished pieces so I will also have to get more things cleaned up and ready to send. I am nervous, but excited. Since I was a little kid I have wanted to write. Sometime with motherhood, came the decision that maybe that wasn't right for me anymore.
I am trying to recommit to my dream.
My husband is a natural dreamer. He has so many long term goals it shakes me to hear about it all. Over the years, I have felt the need to play dream balloon popper at times. Isn't that horribly mean of me? He isn't as good at the little goals in between the here and now and the eventual realization of dreams.
(Baby's crying just pulled me away.)
Isn't he beautiful? He still looks sleepy and his eyes/forehead are still a little pink from the crying. He is teething right now, but still most of the time is just a wonderful, sweet little boy. He is 9 1/2 months old.
And looking at him, it is easy to see why some dreams have had to go away for the time being. My husband and I have worked hard to realize other dreams. Such as, the dream of me being able to stay at home fulltime. It is a blessing for our babies to have such constancy.
I suppose looking at this little boy it is easier for me to face the rejection of submitting my writing. I am not failing as his mom, so whatever I do as a writer..is just frosting.
What started out as a depressing look at lost dreams, has changed for me. I am glad my baby woke up and has reminded me of the good things I keep doing every day. I think my favorite moment of today has been giving him his bath.
I love being a mom.
4 Comments:
He is adorable!
I think that's a really good way to look at it - there are things you MUST succeed at - if that's going okay, anything else can come or go. You decide what those inalienable things are, and then go from there.
Cutie pie, indeed!
You go girl, whatever feels right to you and in what order.
I too, am blessed to be at home with my son, thanks for reminding me how good it is to be a mom!
Because today, I sorely needed it.
Rejections don't mean you've failed as a writer; not writing means you failed as writer.
But yeah, having a family who loves you just for bring you, that's so rare, and it's everything. If you can share that, so much else doesn't matter.
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