Writing has become one of my cherished and favorite moments that are just for me. Being a full time mom without any help from relatives ever, a homeschooling mom who doesn’t get a few hours just for herself when children are at school, is – to say the least – depleting. I operate in mom mode throughout the day and evening, seven days a week. These moments when my children get so engrossed in some activity are the moments when I take time off and write. This is my creative outlet.
I used to be an artist in my life that was long time ago, in my life before children. I was splashing rainbows of oil paint on sterile white canvasses http://www.pentamino.com/monikaart/index.htm. The feeling of creating something from nothing and actually making beautiful things was so awesome and inspiring that I definitely have been missing that once I became a mother. Motherhood has its way of tranforming women from individuals with egos and interests into moms who hardly have enough time to read an adult book. Honestly, it took me a long time to be able to get back to reading after my daughters were born, and especially after I became a mom of two. As painting requires, in my case, at least, large amounts of uninterupted time, it is not a feasible option at this moment for me. My empty canvasses are being stored in a closet and will remain there for some unforseen period of time, my brushes get a daily use from my two aspiring artists that create their own art and the oil paints are all dried up. Instead, writing doesn’t seem to be so time consuming as I am able to get into a mood instantly and it doesn’t bother me when I have to stop to fix some major dramas in my household. Writing is not only therapeutical, it is a mood enhancer, too. It also servers me, a rather shy person, to speak up when in real life and real situation I lack stamina to stand up for myself.