As Kris mentioned in her post yesterday, MamaWriters (the blog) is coming to a close at the end of June and this will be my last post here, as well. As I write that, it makes me sad and it’s making it so very difficult to decide on what to write. My last post. It seems like it should be philosophical, uplifting, poetic even.
I’m pretty sure it won’t cover any of those adjectives. Mostly, all I feel I can do is express my absolute gratitude for those who’ve been on this journey with me. The journeys of moms and writers are unique, it’s why this blog was started in the first place. We understand in a way that no one else truly does the struggles of conquering a writing career at the same time you’re on laundry duty. Trying to writing love scenes when you’ve been up all night with a crying, sick child. The uniquely connected stellar wardrobe of the new mom and the writer at her typewriter. (Who knew I could have sweats in so many colors…)
As a collective whole, we understand that joy is measured in small ways: the first smile on your infant’s face, the feeling at the end of a chapter that it actually won’t have to be rewritten (much). We embrace rejection, we praise each other when it’s personalized even. We celebrate the moments so big, our smiles can’t contain them: new babies, new books, contracts, offers, and heck, even just checking things off the To Do list.
Being a MamaWriter, I’ve connected with friends who feel like they’ve been friends forever, and I believe will be friends forever. (eggplants!) I’ve had the pleasure to meet so many fascinating women through our blog guests and our commenters. I’ve discovered that my life is all at once unique to me and just like every other MamaWriter out there. I’m a part of something.
I’m grateful. For this. For you. Thank you for sharing your world with us, even if it was just for a little while.