Warm fuzzies

I met up with a group of other mums this morning – we’re all part of the same pregnancy/baby forum and hadn’t (for the most part) met in person as trying to get everyone together at the same time seems to be almost impossible between school, daycare, work, naps etc when it comes to kids.

But anyways, it was lovely. I think about 8 showed up and it was nice to put some faces to names and actually meet in person people I’ve been communicating with for awhile now – a long while in some cases. I must have known one of them for four years!

We were talking about childcare and how difficult it is to get your kids into some places (as in, you have to enrol them pretty much from the time you know you’re pregnant to get them in before they go to school… scary isn’t it?), and how I wasn’t bothering with child care for now.

One of the mums asked me if I worked and my immediate response was ‘No, I don’t. I’m just home with the girls.’

But, this other mum, the one I’ve known for four years cut into the conversation. ‘Yes you do, you’re a writer.’

‘Yeah, I am,’ I said, thinking wow, she hasn’t even met me before (in person), we don’t chat all the time, but she knows that I write and in her mind I’m a writer. ‘But it’s good that I can do that at home, while the kids sleep,’ I added in an attempt not to look like I’d somehow completely forgotten that I DO work.

It hit me then that it’s become widely accepted that this is what I do. That the people in my life now associate writing with me so much that I should be using it as my job description.

I’m not just a writer in my head these days. I’m not a writer behind closed doors. My friends and family, even my acquaintances know I’m a writer and that’s simply awesome.

Now maybe I just need to remember to start tacking it onto my official roles list 😉 and remember to say it next time someone asks me if I work.


8 thoughts on “Warm fuzzies”

  1. OKay, so lets get these warm fuzzies a bit warmer. I am writing you a list:

    You are:
    A daughter
    A mother
    A counsellor
    A housekeeper
    An accountant
    A personal shopper
    A comforter

    (That’s not including the jobs that you have had in the past, that is just including the jobs you do as a MOTHER! Even being an at home Mum is something to be proud of, and I am Proud to call you a friend, fellow mother and fellow writer! :o)

    1. Thanks Karen! I’m all sorts of things, thats for sure 😉
      I’m very proud to be able to call you my friend, fellow mother and writer as well *hugs*

  2. Nothing wrong with being a SAHM, whether you are a writer or not. I don’t like it when people belittle the effort involved in staying home for your kids.

    But yes, you are a writer as well, and I love Karen’s list above 🙂

    1. Thanks Merrilee! I’d have to say that being a SAHM can be pretty taxing at times, but it’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. The people who think it’s a cake-walk have no idea what raising young kids and being on call 24/7 is like, let alone trying to keep a house relatively clean and tidy at the same time!

      I guess I thought I should be making a steady income (no matter how small, but you know, selling more than one story) before I could call myself a writer, but it’s lovely to know that those around me don’t think I need to be paid for it in order to be called one.

    1. haha so true Julie! Mother is the most well known unpaid job – though it as other rewards, as does writing.

      Definitely a keeper, it’s nice to have the support!

  3. I love that you get that reaction! I have had such a range of responses…from you still that writing thing? to, amazing your doing what you want to be doing. I think it’s all about taking oneself seriously and treating it like it work.

    1. It is, once you start treating it like your career/vocation/whatever, other people start to see the difference and accept that this is just what you do. It’s certainly lovely to get mostly positive feedback about it these days because certainly there were times when that wasn’t the case!

      I think the most amusing moment for me was when I gave a book of short stories to my cousin one year for Christmas and she called me a couple months later to say she’d finally gotten around to reading it. She’d been preparing herself to tell me that it was good while assuming that it would be bad, but was pleasantly surprised when it WAS actually good and she didn’t have to lie about it!

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