I was telling my son tonight that i needed to use the computer, to update my blog site, to figure out how to add my “award” i had gotten in response to my Blog. “YOU have a blog?” he asked me.
“I do” was my response, smiling…knowing he was trying to imagine how his uncool mother could possibly have a blog.
He smiled and nodded with a quiet “HMMMM” under his breath…and then I got to thinking. Writing is deeply personal, and for years, both of my children have known that I love to write. They know that I have published pieces of literature, more informative than personal, but published just the same. They have seen the articles I have written in college, I’ve worked with them to write their own bits of literature and of course, helping them to create their early stage resume. I’ve celebrated their writing, letting them know how much I enjoy seeing their writing seem strong, seeing them succeed in literature and history…finally, a mother’s trait! Thank goodness…somewhere, i did something right!
But I have never really shared My writing, from the heart anyway, with my boys. What does that mean? What am I afraid of? And so I have decided to let them each have a look. I wonder, is my information ok to share with them, will they take offense, will i have to edit or will they even bother to read what I’m thinking, feeling and writing. My goal here was to find my voice, to rediscover the woman who has been in hiding to suit the needs of my household. It’s a really bizarre feeling I’m having. But I must admit…I love that I’m still cool enough to catch my 17 yr old off guard!