These are pictures from my weekend in which I visited the Washington and Oregon coasts with my sisters and mother—three of my favorite people.
We don’t get to spend enough time together—just the four of us. Even our tea dates have ceased to be the four of us as my daughters have joined and now we are six.
In the last couple of years, Mom has acquired herself a new man. And while we’re thrilled that she’s in loooove and happy, we miss the woman she once was.
When did she become a super-sports fan? “Oh, I have always loved basketball.”
Yeah, we were in the same house as you and the only time you watched a basketball game was when the Blazers were in the championship series—circa 1977.
She’s set aside her strong network of friends that she and my dad had—the men and women who got her through Dad’s death. I don’t think it’s a deliberate thing—it’s just when one person becomes your life, you cocoon yourself into theirs.
As a writer, it’s been interesting to watch the metamorphis of this woman and it’s made me wonder about the sliding doors in my past. What if I hadn’t married Mike? Who and where would I be right now? Would I like that person? Would I even be a mother?
I know that we become different people based on the friends and loved ones who surround us and inspire us. A few summers ago, I was quite active with my group of friends and I was a different person with them than I am now. I think this is part of the human condition. But, as a writer, it’s a character analysis.
My WIP is about a woman who reopens a sliding door from her past and steps through it—ten years later. Can you go back? Should you go back? Those are a couple of the questions she has to ask herself. And if you go back, will everything be the same or has too much time passed for the feelings to be the same? And will HE be the same—he’s also had ten years of life without her, so how has he changed?
These are the thoughts rattling through my head at 7:15 this morning. What’s on your mind?