Welcome to Open Book Blog Hop. You can find us every Monday talking about the writing life. I hope you'll check out all the posts: you'll find the links at the bottom of this post.
Who was the first person who believed in you?______________________
I have been lucky to have support for me as a person and me as a creative from the get-go. My first cheerleader was (and still is) my mother.
From the very beginning, she fostered my interest in reading and writing, taking me to the library, running to catch the book mobile, taking me to the used book store on the avenue and letting me spend some of her precious and limited monthly book budget, sharing her own love of story.
It takes a special person to support the writing of a child--to understand the balance of praise and pushing to do something better. My mom really *got* me as a creative and exercised such patience as I told her my stories and wrote those early poems. She has been my first audience and teacher wrapped up in one.
|My mom, in the magic light, on our trip to Ireland in 2022.|
One could definitely argue that I wouldn't have become a writer if I hadn't had my mother, or at least that it would have been less likely.
My family has been very supportive in general--my dad, my sister, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, my grandparents and then my husband and our children, too. When I see how hard some of my writing friends have had to fight for their writing lives, I know I am lucky beyond the pale.
How about you? Did you have to fight for your creative self? Or did you find support when you needed it? I'd love to hear about it in the comments.