I was determined to keep this blog primarily about my writing journey so why am I gushing about my kid turning two you might ask? Well, he has played just about the biggest role of anyone in my writing dream.
For starters he's the reason I walked away from a career I loved (at that time). Never would I have dreamt of attempting to write a novel if I hadn't become a stay at home mom. God bless all you working moms who find time to write! I do work but it's very part time most weeks so I can't really consider myself a "working mom." So if he hadn't swelled up my belly and popped out on October 14th two years ago I would have never been back in my hometown writing my heart out. No doubt I'd still be in another state far away from my family, working crazy hours, oblivious to my real dream.
Then there's the whole motivation thing he provides. The child makes me want to be a better mother - a better human being. I want to succeed not only for myself, but because I want to show him anything is possible. That you really can take big risks and have them pay off. Life is full of possibilities just waiting to be taken. I'm a firm believer that the best way to teach your children how to live a fulfilling and happy life is to do it yourself. Of course I also want with my all my heart to maintain the life we have now. I work a few hours of week so I get to watch him grow and to spend my time the way I choose. I want nothing more than to shift from a writer to an author so that I never have to go back to a typical 9-5. Even then I know it won't be easy but at least I'll be living my dream and for that I'll have my baby boy to thank.
Happy Birthday to my crazy boy!!!