In high school, I took Creative Writing for three years, followed by Mr. Shough's Writing Skills class. If I'd wanted to pursue a different course of study, I suppressed such inclinations. Dutifully, I even took Latin to fulfill my foreign language requirement because Mom thought it would help my English vocabulary.
|With Mom at my college graduation|
At various times during my early adulthood, I resented Mom for pushing writing on me. I know my choice to work as a correspondence counselor and newsletter editor for an ex-gay ministry disappointed her, despite the fact that my job required writing skills. Christian ministry hadn't factored into her plan for me. But she supported me anyway.
These past eight years of blogging have renewed my love for writing. Regretfully, Mom had a phobia about computers (our two conversations on Skype using my sister's laptop thoroughly bewildered her), so she only got to read a couple of my posts. But I appreciate all she did to make me a writer-turned-blogger. This blog has given me the delight in writing that the Great Depression never permitted her to enjoy, and I praise God that, because of her, I can keep this blog. Thanks, Lord, that I followed Mom's dream.