As I write it is 10:40 am. I am standing, using my kitchen counter to scribble these words on a page of an old notebook. My two boys are napping. My three girls are crawling around pretending to be alligators. Before that they were hiding “treasure” (a collection of rocks in an empty baby wipes box) and I had the job of drawing a map using a crayon to find the said treasure. They’ve been watching a lot of Jake and the Pirates lately. Now I am making time to write a blog post. I haven’t written much lately and I miss it. I’ve been praying that God will give me the time to do this, all the while thanking Him for these children that keep me too busy for much else. I’ve heard of women explaining their child rearing years as a period of putting their dreams on hold. I don’t exactly feel that way although my writing definitely sits on the back burner at all times. The truth for me is that mothering is...
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.