I have always loved to write. I can’t remember a time when a monologuing journal wasn’t running through my head. For years I scribbled stories, thoughts, experiences, and musings onto anything I could find… notebook paper, printer paper, post-it notes, napkins. It didn’t matter what I wrote, it didn’t matter where I wrote it. But it felt good just to let the words out.
I remember the first time my dad showed me how to use a computer. I was hesitant. A pencil and a sheet of college-rule seemed so tangible, so familiar. Very quickly, however, I discovered the joys of Microsoft Word, and the ability I had to save the things that I wrote. My computer files grew rapidly. I still have an old collection of dusty floppy disks from those days.
I met and married a wonderful man (more on him later) and we chose to begin our family very early in our marriage. And something strange happened then. The thing that I cherished the most, became the thing that I did the least. Somehow in the brilliant, joyful chaos of new motherhood, there was never time to write.
Over the years, I have started to write again. I sneak a moment here and a second there to jot down my thoughts. I write about what I know, I write about my children. My words are important to me. And now here I am, tossing my words “out there” rather than tucking them safely away on my hard drive. It feels strange, but here goes…
Wednesday, May 23, 2007 at 8:24 |
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Sunday, May 27, 2007 at 8:24 |
My dear sweet Melissa, I’ve taken some quiet time to pour over your wonderful words and soak in all your wisdom and insights. You are an amazing mother! In reading from your heart I have laughted and I have cryed this Sunday afternoon. I love how you observe, reflect upon and cherish every moment. I love how greatfully and joyfully you embrace all aspects of your life. You are a gifted writer. You have a tremendous way of capturing tender feelings and painting treasured every-day experences with your writen word. You give a voice to all those mothers who, like you, rejoyce in their own motherhood and for those who haven’t found their joy yet, you light their way and show them all that motherhood can be. I’m greatful to you that you are sharing your gifts, your life and your heart with others. Thank you for the way you are living your life, for your example and your love. Thank you for being a wonderful daughter. I love you. Mom