I know I'm a day late for talking about Mother's Day. This weekend has been full of spring cleaning, baseball games and edits so I didn't take much time for anything else other than spending time with my children. But, I didn't want to let the moment slip by when I have an opportunity to give gratitude to my mother. As some of you might know, my mother passed away when I was 11. In the grand scheme of things that's a very short time to come to know the most important woman in your life. Just as I was really starting to get to know her as a person she was diagnosed with leukemia and four short months later was gone. But her love and influence still continue nearly 25 years later. I cherish all of my warm memories and stories from family and friends.
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| My mom and her dog, Reva. |
And I credit my mother for my writing. She's the one who suggested I write stories when I was very young, when I was maybe 8 or 9. Ever since I was little, I've had the most vivid dreams. In the mornings, I would tell my mom about my epic movie-like dreams. One day while I was sitting on her bed watching her brush her hair to get ready for the day, I finished telling her about a recurring dream I had since I was in kindergarten about zombies. Yep, zombies. No happy fairy tales or princesses in my dreams. It's no wonder I write paranormal stories! :) After I was done, she told me I should get a notebook and write about the dream. Maybe I might be able to write a story about it.
Up until that point in my life, the thought of recording my dreams had never occurred to me. Thinking about writing stories about them never did either. But, I followed her advice. I wrote down my dreams and I've been making stories out of them ever since.
Thanks mom! ❤
All
that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my Angel Mother.
~ Abraham Lincoln
