I’ve been a stay-at-home mom for a very long time.  Before kids, I kept a journal.  Actually I started when I was about fourteen.  Writing was the closing point of my day for many years.  The many notebooks I have completed still sit in a box in my closet.  Sometimes I dig them up and read them again for fun.  They make me laugh.  Writing was a form of therapy and helped me overcome many heartbreaks and disappointments.  Writing was also a good friend – a listener who heard all about my happiness and exciting news without interruption.

I don’t claim to be a good writer but I enjoy it.  The problem with writing now is finding the time.  My day is entirely consumed by three huge bundles of joy.  They are the loves and lights of my life.  Although there are times when I feel like a failure – judging my ability to be a good mother, at the end of the day when the house is quiet, I peak in on them fast asleep – like little angels – and I smile to myself – perhaps I am doing okay.  I know the next day will be a good one.  They may not eat all their food, they may not listen to everything I have to say, they may not pick up after themselves but they are the breath of my life.

I’m bringing my late night writing out of the old journal and pen style and into the modern world.  Maybe there are others who will get a good laugh at my musings, share my views, listen to my stories.  And perhaps one day, my three kids will look upon these and realize their mother was not that crazy after all.

To contact Julie Romanovich:

jjludley [at] gmail [dot] com

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