Tuesday, May 4, 2010
A writer's life
In the last couple of years, big changes rocked the steady boat of my life--new baby, move cross country, new book, new business. My writing time is limited, sacred. Since I feel like I have multiple personalities these days, I've wondered just how my son sees me.
Children imitate what they know. We've watched our son play insurance agent.
While visiting the office today, he hopped up on a chair beside me, which happened to be in front of a typewriter. Pressing his little body against mine, he clicked away and then paused to beam at me. "I'm typing, Mama." Then he went back to clicking, taking the opportunity while he still could.
Ah, maybe he'll be a writer one day, too.