This kid…

This kid is driving 9757_743315825754001_899414722477719495_n(1)me nuts.

My daughters don’t read my blog (though a couple of their friends do), so I feel pretty safe coming here to gripe about Emma, who is my excuse this morning for not working on my novel.

I don’t imagine that it is going to be all that shocking or even interesting to any of my readers to hear that a 15-year-old girl is in conflict with her mother.

This morning, driving her to school in total, aggravated silence, I thought about how Emma came into our lives. I thought about how, sitting in church one Sunday morning about three months before her birth, I broke down in sobs.

I already had two very busy little girls! I was 43 years old! My husband was even older! I was only one year into a tenure-track, full-time teaching job! Were we insane? What did we think we were doing? What if Emma’s birth mother changed her mind and we didn’t get her? After all this…angst! How on earth was this all going to turn out?

I was crying because I didn’t know the future and because I had no control over what little I did know.

I cried (a lot) this summer when my mom was so ill for pretty much the same reason. Whenever anyone asked my sister and I if we had any questions, I asked, “Do you have a crystal ball?”

Certainty, in theory, would be a wonderful thing. But it seems to me, sitting here in my writing cabin and avoiding my characters (who can also refuse to do what I want them to do), that we don’t really want certainty. Certainty, like the stasis my 19th-century American Literature professor used to talk about, is possible only in the grave. Life is change.

I will have to track down who said this (besides my friend Paul), but: The whole point of writing the truth is to write not what happened, but what it made you feel. 

What we want is to feel. What we want is to have our hearts ripped open. That’s why we have children. And that’s why we read novels.

4 replies
  1. cherielanglois
    cherielanglois says:

    So true! I spent about 7 years on an antidepressant for anxiety which left me emotionally flat-lined as a side effect. What finally drove me to kick it (which was an ordeal in itself) was that I wanted so badly to feel again…Hang in there!

  2. Carolynne Harris
    Carolynne Harris says:

    All I can say is I’ve been there, and a line Sally Field spoke to me in Steel Magnolias – “All abuse is heaped on the mother.” Somehow that always brought me comfort.

  3. Therese
    Therese says:

    Yes, my “heart has been ripped open ” a few times and I need to read more novels.! Keep your arms inside and enjoy the ride, it’s good material😊


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