Me: mother, wife and writer recently sideswiped by 40. The writer part used to come first, the 40 used to be a 30, and marriage and motherhood were abstract activities I thought I’d try someday. Growing up. If only it was the thrill promised when we were six.
I started this blog two years ago to chronicle my quest to publish a book. Who would have dreamed it would actually work? I have two books coming out this year. Far out. Still, this living-and-succeeding thing is experimental theatre, and the question remains—will I bloom, eventually? Or will I ditch the whole writing thing, adopt a xanax habit, abandon my own identity and live the rest of my life vicariously through my children? Hmm, let’s find out.
I read this essay in True North this summer, and at the time, didn't have a face to put with the name. Now I do, and I have to tell you, I was deeply moved by your piece. I have not experienced the loss of a child, but did lose a father and mother-in-law before my first child turned one. Your description of the grief process was profound and beautiful to me... as only some one who has been through it can imagine... with a somewhat silent grace.
So very beautiful. The gift and you sharing your story.
ReplyDeleteKim,
ReplyDeleteI read this essay in True North this summer, and at the time, didn't have a face to put with the name. Now I do, and I have to tell you, I was deeply moved by your piece. I have not experienced the loss of a child, but did lose a father and mother-in-law before my first child turned one. Your description of the grief process was profound and beautiful to me... as only some one who has been through it can imagine... with a somewhat silent grace.
Thank you for sharing.
Sarah Daily
Bend Moms