I think March weather is a good metaphor for the writer mama life. You know how the weather is supposed to come in “like a lion” and go out “like a lamb” in March?
Isn’t this what real life is like for moms most of the time? I mean, let’s not sugar-coat it. Some days are brutal and others are nice and calm. But after the sweet moments, one of your kids can suddenly get the flu and spread it to the whole family. And seemingly overnight what was all good 24-hours ago can suddenly feel like a complete disaster, chaos included.
I’ve noticed since becoming a mom that sometimes it really only takes about 24-hours for things to fall completely apart. Sometimes even less time than that.
And when thing do go south, you’re allowed to be a lion. I mean, when you feel like SON OF GUN, I’M GOING TO FREAKIN’ LOSE IT! you are allowed to roar. And if you do you’ll feel better, and you probably won’t lose it.
So, when disaster strikes in the form of nasty flu or a school cancellation or a root canal or, heaven forbid, something more serious: ROAR!
Here’s how you do it:
You calmly explain to your child/children that mommy is angry right now and she needs to roar.
Then you roar as loudly as you can.
Yes, I mean like a lion. You have children and you are allowed to act silly once in awhile. You can even be absurd. Trust me, your kids will like it if you act completely ridiculous instead of losing your squash.
Okay, the first time your try roaring, your children might think you are nuts. But you can invite them to roar with you. You can even invite whatever adults are around to roar too.
And after you have roared your brains out for a little while, and everyone has roared their brains out, I guarantee you will all feel better.
Because the bottom line is this: if you’re a writer mama, you’re going to have to be a lion sometimes. Because if you are a lamb all the time, the world is going to bat you around like a little cat toy.
So, every once in a while, when you’re good and mad, practice being a lion and roar as loadly as you can. You’ll see what I mean when you try it.
Happy roaring, mamas!
Make good things happen,
Publisher & Editor