By Nancy Farrier
My mother had it so easy. While I went to school and did chores, she was a stay at home Mom with nothing to do. Sure she cooked meals, did laundry, and a few household chores, but whatâ€™s so hard about that? I knew that most of the work around the house and farm fell to my sisterâ€™s and me. At least, thatâ€™s the way I viewed life growing up.
Then I became a Mom. Suddenly, I understood what kept my mother so busy. Cleaning house doesnâ€™t happen in a few minutes. I found out it can be hard, tiring work. Cook, laundress, dishwasher, organizer, taxi driver, arbitrator of fights, and teacher are only a few of the hats my mother wore. I found that to understand and appreciate a motherâ€™s role, I have to be one, or to be very observant. What looked simple carried an underlying degree of difficulty some will never realize.
I donâ€™t know how many times Iâ€™ve had people say something about how easy it is to write a book. How hard can it be? You get an idea and you write it down, right? They have no concept of how character, plot, and setting interact, and that doesnâ€™t even include the finer intricacies of developing a story that makes sense to someone other than the writer.
Many people also believe that once youâ€™ve written the book, the volume should be on the shelves of the bookstore the following week. The editing process is a complete mystery to them; they donâ€™t see the number of people, or the work, involved in making your book available to them. Only those in the publishing industry, or those who take the time to be aware of the process, truly know whatâ€™s involved.
Mothers and writers have this in common. Their job is not as effortless as it looks. Yet, as both a mother and a writer, I would not give either one up. I love being both. So, Iâ€™d like to say thanks to my mother for doing her job without complaint, and for teaching me to be gracious to those who think what I do is so easy.
Nancy, what a great post!
None of us really appreciate our moms at the time, do we? Now, I think back and realize just how easy mom made it look!
Thanks for a great start to my morning!
Happy Mother’s Day!
I just love your blog.
Would you believe my mother traveled from Seattle, Washington to Athens, Greece with six kids? The Air Force wouldn’t let my dad fly back to help. This was in the very early sixties and the planes were NOT jets, there were no paper diapers, and there was no powered formula.
She did make it look easy, but it wasn’t.
Happy Mother’s Day
Nancy, what a lovely and very true blog! I appreciated my mother so much more after having my children. And I admire authors with long, successful careers even more as I work to establish my own writing career.
Happy Mother’s Day!
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