I thought about not doing this, but I decided I had to.
My mom is a great friend and she’s a wonderful cheerleader for me. She has encouraged my creativity all my life. I don’t remember a time when she said that I would never make any money as a writer or that I should do something different. In fact, it’s in very large part because of her that I am a writer.
When I was growing up, she was a babysitter. I helped tell stories to the kids. I told bedtime stories to my brother. Eventually, I started writing them down. I started reading Writer’s Digest and other writing magazines. In college, I was reading an issue of WD while sitting in the hallway, waiting for class to let out so I could go in for the next class. A classmate sat on the floor beside me and noticed what I was reading.
“Oh. Are you a writer?”
I hesitated. No one outside of my family knew about that. “Yes.”
“Cool.” She started reading whatever she had with her and that was the end of that conversation.
I can’t — and won’t — say I was very confident when I answered, but I was confident enough to answer. And that is thanks to my mom.
So, yeah, I just wanted to take this time here to tell her happy birthday. She’s the best!