Have you ever had a dream that you knew deep in your gut you wanted to do, but you had no clue how you would do it? That is such a vague question I know, but I can’t even figure out how to ask it, so I am going to tell you a story.
When I was in my twenties I had this feeling that I wanted to write a book. I thought it was going to be a children’s book. True story. I even have books at my house that were given to me by my bestfriend Ginger to encourage me along the journey. I would talk about it and I would have ideas, but nothing ever really happened.
In my thirties I started having kids. Anyone who has ever raised kids knows what happens to MOST moms, not ALL moms, but most. We put our dreams on hold for those precious children of ours. I did and I know many a woman who has. And hear me when I say this….there is truly no right or wrong decision to that situation. I think we all do the best we can where we are when we are there. I know, another vague statement…..Kind of full of those today! Just go with me.
Point is, we start having kids. Their lives, along with our spouses lives, leave little to no life left for us. At least that is the lie we buy into. I bought into it BIG TIME! Until my mom got sick. I remember sitting with her on her hospital bed and we were talking about heaven. I was asking her if she was scared to go and we got into a very beautiful conversation. So beautiful I started taking notes. She asked what I was going to do with those notes. I remember shrugging and saying, “I don’t know, but maybe I can write a book for Graeme about death so he is not scared when you leave us.” She said even if I did not write “THAT” book, she knew I had a book in me and when the time came I would write it.