Monday, July 21, 2008

Summer So Far...

The summer is quickly slipping away, and soon it will be back to school. I haven't accomplished nearly as much writing as I'd hoped to. There's always so much to do, and taking time to write just because I love to, seems like an indulgence.

My entire adult life, I've felt that a woman was successful if she could work a full-time job while raising happy, healthy kids, keeping a spotless house and homebaked goods on the shelf. Once, my mother said, "Your floor is so clean, I could eat off of it." Wow! Her comment made me feel like I had made it as a "good" wife and mother.

Now that my mother is ill, I've been wondering about what she might regret. She always worked so hard to keep her home clean. She worried about what others thought if it wasn't perfect. She enjoyed writing poems, but it took a backseat to housework. Cleaning was important to her, but it didn't bring her joy. Mention her poems, especially the one she wrote about her dad, and her eyes light up. Besides her children, her poems are her pride and joy. She asked me what of her belongings I want to remember her. The only thing I really want is her poems.

What will I regret? I doubt I'll regret not constantly having a sparkling floor. No one else really seems to care or notice anyway. I'm sure I will regret not doing more writing.

One thing I have done is to send introductory packets to several education publishers hoping to get an assignment. For some reason, it's much easier to justify spending time writing when there's a deadline an editor is expecting me to meet.

I've been working all summer writing curriculum, learning a new program for the upcoming school year, and getting household chores done. Now it's my time to write.


  1. I feel exactly the same way. I am feeling like I spent all my time this summer doing home maintenance projects and errands. I am proud of how much I've gotten done for the house but feeling guilty that I haven't worked on my writing like I planned. The attic is sorted but where is the list of places to submit poetry? I am chastising myself that I better dedicate August to developing one and try to build a habit of regular submission in spite of rejection. That is the hardest thing for me to do.

  2. I agree, it's very discouraging when the rejections pour in. Sometimes, I feel like I would be happier just writing for myself. But, the dream of sharing my stories and poems with kids gets me back on track. Like you, I need to build a routine of submitting. It will be much harder when school resumes.