Writers, Artists, Musicians, Players and Loners

I grew up in Minnesota with a sister who was five years older than me, a mother who regarded me as an accessory, and a dad who traveled for business.c08b750daab946d3f7230c4e43ccef8f--writing-quotes-writing-tips

And then we moved to Maryland, but our new home wasn’t friendly like the Midwest.

As far has having a sister went, the age gap was wide enough that after about my eighth or ninth birthday, she wasn’t around much.

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As I got older, I had friends who came from big families and I longed for having that kind of lively energy in the house.

But at least I had my imaginary friends–real characters who spoke in narrative voices and played out stories, both in books and imagined books.

These early experiences shaped me as a writer. I spend a lot of time alone. And that’s okay. Now.

But when I was a first-time mother, I didn’t think growing up alone would be so great for my son. I wanted him to have at least one sibling. More would be better.

Apparently, my toddler was on board with the plan–while saying bedtime prayers one night, he added, “God, I want my two brothers.”

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A year later, I had a tubal pregnancy and was told I may not be able to have more children.

Over the next six years and two sons later, prayers were answered. I can’t help but feel the boys all knew each other beforehand in heaven.

And then my father, who was a musician himself, came to live with us for his final years on earth.

And my best friend needed a place to live for a few.

And my oldest son’s friend (another musician) whose own mother kicked him out of the house and whose father was in a Thailand prison–yes, he came to live with us as well.

And now I had the household I once dreamed of–one bursting with people.

My home is a bit quieter now. My father passed away. My friend moved out. My son’s friend moved on.

But through it all, my boys have had each other. And yet, they are also loners. Loners who are not lonely, but rather young men who march to the beat of their own drums.

  • One is an HVAC apprentice and busy musician.
  • Another a computer scientist and entrepreneur.
  • And yet another an actor and singer and student and aspiring pastor.

I’ve come to realize the rich blessing God gives those people who see the world through 74ef5b07219c54d59c1a621e9d8a9f6ddifferent eyes. Especially when that blessing is accompanied by a quiet strength of character and a strong backbone.

We come into this world alone. We leave this world alone. What we do between the opening and closing of the curtain is up to us.

God bless the writers, artists, musicians, players and loners. And God bless you and yours.

XOXO,foxy

Susan J. Anderson

Foxy Writer Chick

 

 


8 thoughts on “Writers, Artists, Musicians, Players and Loners

  1. What a lovely blog post. More people need to recognize and celebrate the many ways our differences make us unique and special. Those special qualities are gifts from God and each contribute towards a rich and diverse society.

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  2. Growing up in a big family, one would think that during a very difficult time, when I needed a place to live, I would have been living with a brother or sister, but sometimes you find a sister from another mister who is your family and she reaches out to you when you need her most, and you don’t even realize it, but she does! That’s what I found in you, my BFF.

    Words can not describe how grateful I was and still am today, to have spent that difficult time in my life with you and your family, which I felt a part of everyday. That genuine sense of connection is so important for us all. I still look back and wonder what I would have done without your help. You all made a difference in my life and showed me love. I can’t thank you all enough. I’ll be forever grateful!

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    1. Ah, I love you, MJAL! You are like family to us! People like to throw around “Love your neighbor as yourself” when it makes a political point, but walking the walk is more important than talking the talk. A friend loves at all times.

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