My mom lives in caps locked
Today I was writing something for work -- and it included a little celebration of my mom that I want to share here.
I grew up dodging piles of high school English papers and stacks of books to find my mom in her study. As a daughter of an English teacher, I learned grammar while eating Cheerios at the kitchen table. I learned “show not tell” lessons while scratching my head at the family computer trying to write an essay on Shakespeare in 7th grade.
One of my favorite pieces of advice my mom gave me was how to find my voice, trust my voice, and use my observations to change the world for good.
She taught me to follow my vocation; she taught me how to observe the world around me and carve out my place in it. One of my favorite aspects of writing is observing the world around me and articulating experiences that resonate with other people. I practice storytelling in my career and in my personal life; through writing and through art, I connect with other people and discover parts of myself. I gather pieces of information from the world around me and articulate what makes that seemingly ordinary thing unique.
She taught me how to find my voice in writing and how to find amazement in the world around me. One of my favorite things about my mom is the way she says "WOWOWOWOW!" to anything and everything. She leads with her heart in caps locked, expressing her love for the world.
As Mary Oliver says,
“When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms."