I recently wrote about how cool it is when your kid is good at something that you aren’t able to do at all. But how about when your kid is BETTER than you at something you are pretty good at? 🙂
My family are writers from way back. My mother has a journalism degree; a former journalist for the Catholic press, she’s tried her hand at everything from children’s books to plays to feature articles on a variety of topics. Her great-grandfather was the founder of the Kentucky Irish-American newspaper. I know there are more and if she’s reading this she will probably chime in!
I like to think I am a good writer. I’ve been making up stories before I could write them down. I was co-editor of my high school paper and won awards back in the day. I churned out A papers throughout college and got an Honors degree in English. I was a reporter and columnist for the Catholic press for many years. I wrote some pretty good X-Files fanfiction a few years back. And of course there is this blog.
But my daughter Emily is the real writer. She writes all the time–it’s necessary to her. She fills up notebooks with partial stories, lists of names for characters, character sketches, story ideas. She’s written two entire short novels. She’s majoring in Creative Writing and plans to go to graduate school to continue studying writing. All she wants to do is write. I have no doubt that she will be a published author some day. She is amazing.
I cried when I read the poem, which hit pretty close to home (you’ll see) especially considering what I had just written myself the day before. But Emily doesn’t think it’s that great, and I had to beg her to let me publish it here. If you disagree with her, please leave some love in the comments.