I feel this way most days. Writing becomes a challenge. I am a stay-at-home, work-at-home mom, who also homeschools. It is as if I have so many hats that even being ADD is a challenge. Writing is a challenge when your children need you and they don’t see the value in your work. Mental Gumby is the phrase I would use.
In our household, crisis rise up. Illness in people and animals. The goat gets out of his pen. The chicken becomes sick. The dog meets up with a skunk. Homeschool learning takes place. My special needs son’s needs take front seat to everything else. And then there are my household duties and chores.
And writing, well, that takes another part of my brain that goes to sleep while the house is abuzz.
So, okay, this is not corporate America.
It’s home and office…and writing—in the Mom Season.
Honestly? Even if I grumble a bit about stopping for the 15th time to answer another one of my son’s questions or play with him, I am thankful. Even if I am frustrated with writing and tuning out noise at the same time, I am happy that I can write and play chase around the house for a few minutes before I work again. Even if an animal or human crisis interrupts my work, I try to thank God instead of grumbling.
Because when the days pass and my sons are no longer in need of my tending to them, the work time will quiet and generally uninterrupted. Words will rise up to the surface and thoughts will cascade onto the screen, sure, but then the words will come from my memories of times gone by. Writing may flow onto my keyboards, but my house will no longer have the pitter patter of little (and big) feet.
I may not always have a goat and chickens, or even dogs, but I will always be a mom, but I will not always have this season in my life. The kids grow. Even my special needs son’s needs will change. And, I may have a change to live out new chapters in my life…and then write about it.
Who knows? But for today, I will be thankful for the commotion and busyness.