So many things change us as we make our way through life. Age. Circumstances. Education. Growth. Marriage. Children. I think back to who I was at 17 and I am so far away from that young girl that was ready to take on the world, that’s its scary.
Being poor through my college years and even afterward made me frugal to the point of miserly, even to this day when although we are far from rich, we are no long on the poor side either. What! You want Kraft Macaroni and Cheese? It’s $1.09. We will be getting the $.66 generic brand, thank you very much!
Getting married really didn’t change me all that much, aside from learning patience. Tooth paste in the sink, socks all over the place, cans of soda on ever flat surface…..
Now, having children I believe changed me the most. I became afraid all the time. I used to love to ride roller coasters, and drive fast, and go out at night dancing with my husband. Then we had children, and thoughts of what if I got killed on the roller coaster made the fun less. I found myself always nagging my husband, “Slow Down! If you want to drive like a maniac, don’t do it with me and the girls in the car.” Dancing? What ever! Aside from being tired and my legs unshaved, I didn’t want to spend the time away from my children. Yes, even though they would be asleep most of the time.
I enjoy being a mom. I like to see how they figure things out and how their imagination can take over. I believe that is why I write for children. I can jump into their world and understand what they are thinking. I write for teens as I have a teen and I write for elementary as I have an elementary aged child.
Now I wonder though, with all the change and growing, when my children are grown and gone will I still enjoy the write? Someone recently asked why I wanted to write for adults. Maybe this is why. Maybe I am preparing for change. Can you do that? I’m certainly going to try.