My now-eleven-year-old son gave me the biggest boost the other day, and he doesn’t even realize it.
Ryan told me that during lunch the other day, kids were talking about their parents’ jobs and some of his friends asked what my job was. It’s a fair question. After all, I take my son to school each morning, and I’m there each afternoon to pick him up. I’ve accompanied his class on a field trip to The Getty Center, and I attend all his class performances.
“I told them you’re a writer,” Ryan told me.
And I smiled. A writer is, by definition, one who writes. And I do. Nearly every day. My writing time is divided between assigned posts for MomsLA.com and personal essays for my memoir-in-progress and those I submit for publication. (Update – I have received word that two of my essays have been accepted and will be publishing sometime in the future. I’ll keep you posted).
“I told them you’re writing a book,” he continued.
Ryan knows that I have a collection of “stories” (his word for my personal essays) that I am working on compiling into a book.
“And one of my friends said she’ll buy your book when it comes out,” he said.
“So, what’s your book going to be about again?”
I told Ryan, “It’s about living with an invisible illness. What it’s like to do all the things I do but having an illness people can’t see.”
He was satisfied with that answer, but I was curious about something else.
“Ryan, did you tell them I used to be a teacher?”
“No. Because that was before. And now you write.”
“Do you even remember when I was a teacher?” I asked him.
“No,” he said. (I left teaching in March 2013. Ryan was almost 5 at the time.)
It’s important to remind myself that if I hadn’t left my teaching career, there’s no way I would be writing as much as I am now. And I certainly wouldn’t have published as much as I have.
And my son wouldn’t be telling his friends his mom is a writer.
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Love this story Wendy!
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Thank you so much!
A writer is one who writes. It’s so simple, and yet we who write so often cannot connect to it as Ryan does! Thank you, Wendy, for sharing this.
And thank you, John, for your continued friendship and support!