The question of balancing motherhood and creativity arises constantly. The other day, I read a very interesting wake up call over on and her head popped off. I loved the photograph of the mom going ahead with painting whilst her toddler hung upside down, squiggling on her lap. The mom in the photo is continuing her creative work regardless of being a mom as is the photographer and author. The essence of what Terri wrote was just shut up and do it. If you really want it, you'll make it happen.
I think that's why a lot of us mother-writers blog. It's a piece of writing, that while it may not necessarily change the world or be the next Great American Novel, keeps us going. We can do it in the snatches of time during naps, or a bit of quiet while school aged kids are out of the house, in between loads of laundry and sinkfuls of dishes. We can focus for a few minutes, while our Big Project waits sometimes patiently, sometimes not so patiently for a chance to be the focus. We can do it while a wiggling toddler cuddles in for a snuggle while our fingers click away on a keyboard, like at this very moment that I write.
My old photography self of eons past has been relegated to largely okay pics of the kids and whatever catches my eye, with a little automatic easy camera rather than one I could make adjustments on, given the time and the perogative. The old dancer self still throws down in the kitchen periodically, albeit stiffly and ungainly. The old performer self regales at the dinner table in silly voices and fake opera, when I can get a word in edgewise among the constant stream of noise from all three kids. The old drawing self, will doodle now and then, and more often pretend large invisible canvases in sweeping gestures with my arms while I sit vegging out in front of the tv of an evening, too exhausted to do anything more. Honey must wonder what I'm doing over there, but is too polite or exhausted himself. Other times, I am making chi pottery, sitting with my hands balled around or manipulating invisible clay.
And I blog. I post something every weekday since I started this with the exception of when I took a summer excursion.
I know I have a manuscript that really wants to be finished and shopped. Believe me, if I could focus on that right now, I would. But when it comes to the big writing, I need more mental energy than I currently have. I also have three horizontal file drawers of poems and short stories that could use editing, compiling, submitting, as well as how many on the hard drive that need the same, and the three journals in my bedside drawer, dog-eared where good ideas are languishing. And then there's that screenplay idea from about eight years ago that still won't die, and I've lost the outline for ages ago.
But, for right now, This is what I can write, while I chase C away from the dog food again when things have gotten a bit too quiet. I'm doing a pretty fair job of it. And yes, I just wrote another very self-referential blog about blogging. But I'm doing it. I am writing.
We are all just doing what we can, yes.
ReplyDeleteBut I kind of take issue with "make it happen." My son wouldn't be upside down on my lap. He'd be eating the paint. Or painting the car. Or halfway down the block. He's kind of a flight risk, and I just can't parent or write with only half my brain.
me, too, jacqui, but then i thought, well, i am blogging every day, so in that sense i am making it happen. it may not be the project i want to work on in depth, but it is what i can focus and do in short term stretches with half a brain on parenting the toddler following the dog through the dog door or climbing the furnitre to sit on daddy's laptop because it resembles a chair when its open and gets such a good reaction from mom.
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