Serious writers will tell you completing a book is no easy feat. My closet is home to many short stories that may someday make a book of their own. These projects have taken a back seat lately to one large composition.
Juggling a book with being a Mommy, keeping a happy (& clean) home, not neglecting my other jobs, and maintaining a blog has become overwhelming. Somehow, I manage. A recent addition of family dynamics has made this all the more cumbersome.
My family has always been an interesting bunch. When I say this, I don’t mean the small family that consists of me, my son, and his father. We’re of a simple sort. I mean the family I knew years before my son was born. It’s a complicated story that would take more than a day or a few paragraphs to explain. I’ll give you a short detail of that novel in itself.
Sisters are said to have an inexplicable bond. That definitely rings true for my sister and I. There is just one small piece of the puzzle missing. She and I have been separated since she was about three years old. We live several states apart and rarely get a chance to see each other. Up until recently, we even went a painful block of time where we didn’t talk for almost a year. This wasn’t intentional. It was merely life’s trials separating us in yet another way.
Recently, we rebuilt this bridge of contact. We’ve had deeper conversations than ever before. It’s been tough on both of us, but necessary. I find myself having powerful nightmares possibly caused from this stirring of emotions. Considering how much we’re alike, I’m sure she is going through the same exact strange incidents.
So where has this all left my writing? Well, contrary to what some would believe, it has helped it. I’ve stated somewhere here on CardCastles before that I work best when full of emotion. Other tasks have fallen sadly behind, though. I find the laundry piling up. My son’s room looks like a tornado of epic proportions has ripped through it. I’ve skipped cooking dinner some nights. These are just a few in a sea of many.
I guess the moral to this story is the balance of family and work is a trying scale to operate. Sometimes the weight of both could be unbearable. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being a mother these past three years, it’s that parents are spectacular jugglers. Moms are no exception. We are the grand finale-at the-circus-kind of jugglers.
I’ll be much happier and less complainy (yes, complainy – just go with it) when fall rolls around. Summer has been a fun learning journey, but I’m so ready for it to be over. Managing all these tasks and trying to finish a book has been cruel. This heat has been equally cruel. In memory of all summers cruel – I’d like to share an old favorite of mine from the 80s. (Yes, I’m totally dating myself here.) Sing with me. By all means, do a cheesy 80s dance. It relieves stress. Trust me.