Today
my daughter is graduating from college. I can barely type without tearing up. Not
only because I am so proud of my first born, but also because I owe my
writing career to her.
There
I was, cruising from project to project in Hollywood, eight months pregnant
while producing a pizza commercial in Rancho Cucamonga, when she kicked me so hard
I went home. As it became obvious that I had to turn down my
dream job on a big film in an exotic locale, I began ranting. The rants became
essays and the essays became my first book – which took longer than having the
baby. Welcome to Club Mom originally
had the subtitle The End of Life as You
Know It, but the publisher felt that was too bitchy. So I changed it to The Adventure Begins. And it did.
I
followed up with another baby, then a novel about a young mom who suspects her
husband of cheating, a romantic thriller screenplay about a young woman having
an identity crisis, a grandma book, an essay about being a work-at-home mom in Mommy Wars, a coffee table book on Nesting, a novel called Wife Goes On about a woman who was
inspired by her daughter to break free of a bad marriage, an essay about fear
of parenting in Arianna Huffington’s On
Becoming Fearless, and finally, my new novel, the literary thriller What A Mother Knows.
How
could I protect her from the big bad world, I wondered, as I lay in bed and
listened to her sob in her room down the hall. But now she will not be in the
room down the hall. True, she moved out a few years ago for college, but she
came home on holidays. When friends stole her away, I knew she would be back.
This is different.
What
will I write about now?
I
know nothing about what she will do or where she will go or who she will
become. But I know a few things. I will always recognize her laugh in a noisy
room. I always will see her smile in the darkness. And I will feel her in my
arms despite the miles between us. She is the heart outside of my body.
There
she goes now, walking across the stage to get her diploma. I wave a sign
so that she knows I am here. But she knows.
I am here. I
wasn’t writing about her, I was writing about love.
And I can keep doing that.
_________________________________Leslie Lehr's new novel, WHAT A MOTHER KNOWS, is at bookstores, on the Recommended Read shelf at Target, and available for download on your favorite device.
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Lovely, Leslie. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteCongrats to your daughter...and to you, too.
Beautiful post, Leslie. Best of luck to you and your daughter.
ReplyDeleteTruly lovely post. Your words "She is the heart outside my body" resonated. I too have a daughter, and she is that for me.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Leslie! Love this post!!
ReplyDeleteAh, these transitions! I'll watch my youngest graduate from high school on Tuesday, while my first born finished his degree last year. I am so excited to read your book. Congrats on the Target accolades...It's a big deal!
ReplyDeleteThis line made me cry: "She is the heart outside of my body." Congrats and what a beautiful tribute to her.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post! And what a nice realization: you were writing about love all along.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post with so many beautiful lines.
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