About a month ago, my family helped me convert the playroom into a writing office.
My first-ever writing office. My first-ever claim to a physical territory representing the creative one I had long been staking out.
For so many years, I was afraid to make this claim, to bravely plant a flag in the physical sphere and say, “This is my space.”
Self-doubt, fear of failure, fear of selfish ambition held me back from making this claim.
(Read: Is My Dream Selfish Ambition?)
I felt I didn’t deserve to have a writing office. Continue reading “What I want my daughters to remember about me pursuing my dream”
This prayer was originally published on my previous blog Find the Lovely, when my youngest jaunted off to kindergarten LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL.
I re-blog it here as a reminder that motherhood is rife with needs for Psalms.
If your heart is in need of a little pick-me-up-God, pray this with me.
I look at my child, and I see innocence. I see vulnerability. I see the child with tiny, sweet voice asking for mommy. Continue reading “A mother’s prayer to let go”
She wrapped her arms around my waist. Tears pooled in her eyes.
“Mommy, why do you work?”
This was not the first time she has asked me that question. Not the first time she clung to me as I headed out the door to my part-time job.
My summer schedule of mostly afternoon and evening hours has been hard for her. For the first time, she does not have school to distract her from the fact I am not home. She sees that I’m not there.
She FEELS my absence. Continue reading “‘Mommy, why do you work?””