Life has conveniently given me the excuses I needed to not write. The excuses allowed me to ignore the real issue. Insecurity. Self-doubt. Discouragement.
First, the life excuses. I have not written a blog post since February 6, 2019. In the meantime we decided to move south 180 miles to be nearer my parents, bought a house, moved, sold a house, and had two garage sales,(one at each house). Additionally, our youngest son got married out of state. We took a 1000-mile (each way) road trip to my niece’s wedding in Florida. Two uncles have passed away. And we hosted a family reunion at our new home. I have lost track of how many trips we have made to how many of our children’s homes. Our five children presently live in five different states. Only one lives in the same state in which we live, but even he is 345 miles away. All of our children have come to see us. Hooray for family togetherness. Yes, I have been extremely busy, busy, busy.
Secondly, the insecurity. When I listened to the conversation in my head, I heard statements such as,
“It doesn’t matter that you are too busy to write, no one is interested anyway.”
“You are out of things to say.”
“You are out of touch with today’s young parents and their culture.”
“You are too old to talk about parenting.”
“You have lost your readership.”
“This isn’t the type of writing you wanted to do. Why continue?”
“The reward is not worth the cost. What reward? Am I so insecure I need a reward?”
“Do I make a difference?”
On and on it snowballed.
Finally, the encouragement. It came to me from an unexpected source. He wasn’t talking to me or about me but it applied to me. I heard Rush Limbaugh on the radio talking about Millennials and their struggles with “adulting”. It was a generalized statement which held much truth. He hit on my topic of helping parents prepare their children to be independent adults.
My focus has been on preparing the child so the parent can let them go. I now think an equal focus must be on preparing the child to let go of the parent and desire to be independent.
Once again, I am feeling inspired to write. Yes, I am distant from active parenting as my youngest child is 24 years old. But this gives me a clearer viewpoint that is less muddled with everyday exhausting parenting challenges, than when my five children were 1-18 years old.
I have weathered a season of writing discouragement. I am thankful it was only a season. It was intensified because of life changes. Change can be scary, just like parenting or becoming an adult. We never navigate these changes perfectly. We just do it day by day, as best we can, and it is okay.