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Just Another Manic Momday by Maureen Locher Diamonds in the rough I have ripped out this nonsensical credo from the nonexistent Mom Handbook, carefully creased it into an aerodynamic airplane and sent it soaring: Do it all, all the time. I’ve raised my children. Now it’s time to raise me. I’ve discovered a life beyond those hard time years of mothering, for as we know, if we’re lucky, motherhood is a life sentence. How much of your sentence is served? Are you expectant and apprehensive or a bit further down the continuum? Wherever each of us is on our journey we are blessed to be the jewel in our family crown. My baby years are long gone; the sports lunacy almost over. The all-encompassing love of and for my boys has made me who I am today. More challenges surely will arise, but my rollercoaster has slowed enough to catch my breath and attend to other than children’s wants and needs. I know where I’ve been. But who shall I become? I. Me. Moi. Quite the foreign concept. How will I reach inside myself to access all that's been lying dormant for so long? I am no longer content with the status quo much to the chagrin of my five men. This mom wants to escape the limits of momdom. If she never washes another dish she will not ever miss it. I now write when the sink is full of dishes. I hog the computer because it’s my right and responsibility. I am called to do more with my life and I’m answering that call. Days of wishing, wanting and hoping are over. I am doing, and if that ruffles some feathers around home – so be it. Nothing makes me happier than writing at this time of my life. My writing is my newborn baby now. I will take care of her, nourish her, protect her and above all, I will love her. I shall devote the time to make her be the best that she may be. Rumblings of untapped resources abound inside of me. I feel their attempts to break the surface, for they've been suppressed a very long time. Remember what happens to coal that's been buried deep under the ground, suppressed, heaped with pressure upon pressure? Once that coal has taken all the pressure it can stand, it surrenders to the force becoming unrecognizable from its former self. Certainly that describes our lives, fellow moms – pressure built upon pressure. Time transforms that nearly obliterated piece of coal into something beautiful, desirable and ever-so-sparkly. I learn from the mom writer jewels who have “shone” me the way lighting my path allowing me to benefit from their mistakes and revel in their success. I've begun my transformation. Anyone else feel nearly obliterated, keyword being nearly? Muster the courage to join me, for we are all diamonds in the rough. With a bit of polish we have the power to dazzle the world.
Maureen Locher is copy editor for Mom Writer’s Literary Magazine as well as the most recent addition to the MWLM family of columnists. Maureen is surviving life with her five men and has rallied enough intact brain cells to write this – her first published piece. Currently she is publishing her own book of poetry, Moms: Mysteries Within. To get a glimpse of her more spiritual side click over to http://maureenlocher.blogspot.com/ ~ To Give God ~ after you’ve read MWLM cover to cover, that is!
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