On Dec 31st, 2011 my husband and I welcomed into the world our beautiful son Jasper... and life was never the same after that. There is something about motherhood that is incredibly rewarding. Suddenly my days are centered around a helpless baby and I find myself falling into bed each night exhausted but feeling fulfilled-- as if my day had meaning. I haven't felt this in a long time.
We are still trying to get into the swing of things. I'm still recovering and getting used to working on interrupted sleep, but everyday it seems to get a little better. The only thing that's missing now is my writing.
With new responsibilities, or one could argue a whole new life, comes growing pains and reorganization-- also known as a transition period. I envision myself in a months time sitting in my office with Jasper in the playpen while I type away at a manuscript. I can't envision myself doing that right now. Sleep when the baby sleeps... writing comes second. But when does motherhood become and excuse to avoid writing instead of just a transition period?
I've always worked better at my writing when I only had a few minutes to steal here and there during the day. Right now my days involve me trying to keep my house in order and still rest. So I'm giving myself a month. By the beginning of February mat leave is over. I am first and foremost a mother but writing is important. It scares me to realize how easy it would be to let it fall by the wayside. To keep saying not today, not this week, this month, this year. So I'm giving myself a goal. In a months time if I'm not writing someone come slap me. There will be no "not today." February 1st I will pick up my pen and paper and start writing again... even if it's only 5 minutes a day it will be something.