My daughter’s birthday was yesterday, Feb. 1st. She’s 47. I remember that day – and night – since labor lasted well into the 18th hour before they knocked me out. (In 1973, doctors didn’t really think twice about using drugs on laboring women.) Ultimately, I was grateful. Berit was 8 pounds, 11 ounces…a big baby by any standards which is ironic since she’s such a small woman (in stature only, I assure you) as an adult. Three years later, in 1976, I had a 9 pound, 11 ounce boy (who also grew up to be a small man, again in stature only). But for Erik’s birth, I stayed awake and present, nursing him immediately upon his arrival. By 1976, there were a variety of methods to assist moms to remain drug-free during childbirth. Of all the achievements I’ve had in my life, giving birth to these two wonderful, brilliant, beautiful human beings was truly the best and most important.
This week I received second place for the Robert J. Pickering Award for Playwrighting Excellence for my play Dear Anita Bryant! I’m thrilled, and honored! It’s the first clue that I’m actually a playwright! At 72, my new career is beginning to blossom. The fun thing is that I had never written a play until I started on Dear Anita Bryant a couple of years ago. Today I have three other plays in various stages of complete and another one which I will attempt to turn into a screenplay. Here’s the ironic thing: the meditation phrase for this week is my hard work will pay off. Indeed.
How has your hard work paid off in your senior years?
Anne Lamott’s 12 monthly truths – Feb: Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes — including you.
Thanks for taking this journey with me. Now go write your story!