When I was down in Dallas Texas for a conference two years ago, my critique partner, Dani, introduced me to a lovely southern tradition of addressing ladies with Miss in front of their name. So for the entire time I was there I was Miss Leah. I quite liked it, it’s a pity it’s died off, or not picked up elsewhere in the world. So when I first saw today’s guest Missy Jane on the Samhain Author’s lists, I figured she had to be from the south. To confirm that suspicion, her website is www.msmissyjane.com. So I propose that for today, to make Missy Jane right at home, we adopt that lovely southern gentility. All I’m missing is the mint julep and the magnolia blossoms (I had them, but they died off a couple months ago).
All kidding aside, please welcome Missy Jane.
Everyone ages, whether we want to admit it or not, and honestly I’ve never been one to fuss about my age. I turned thirty-four last month and don’t feel old in any sense of the word. If anything I feel liberated, knowing I’m now old enough to do what I want, when I want and how I want without being deemed immature. However, even as I sit here without a single gray hair (naturally), I am definitely bothered by age. My kids are getting older too! Where is the darn pause button? My four beautiful, precious daughters range in age from six to fifteen and I see no way to stop the progress. They’re getting smarter, which isn’t always a good thing. They’re becoming independent little ladies, which terrifies me and their daddy. They are doing and saying all the things I did at their age and I’m at worried.
I called my mom to complain that I would have a high schooler for the first time this fall and she laughed at me. No sympathy whatsoever. My oldest put a boy band picture on her wall and her daddy started shopping for a newer rifle…sigh. I look at them in all their stages of growth and can’t imagine the terror my father must have felt when I left for college. How am I supposed to handle letting them go when I’ve held them close for so long? I’ve already told them they can’t marry until they’re thirty. Their daddy said they’re out at eighteen. Hmph, we’ll see who wins that one. Well, someday my little birds will leave the nest and I’ll have to pretend they’re not fragile. I’ll have to trust their instincts and ability to take care of themselves. I’ll have to hope my six year old will eventually learn how to match two socks together and stop singing at the top of her lungs on the toilet. It won’t be easy, but neither was bringing them into this world and keeping their daddy calm at the same time.
And once their gone and the house rings silent? Well, I’ll finally be able to read all those Shakespeare plays I’ve been collecting. I’ll have the opportunity to write anytime I want without interruption, and I might even get to sleep in some mornings. Oh wait…I’ll still be married. Oh well, at least we won’t have to lock the bedroom door every night.
Do you have children with the rapid aging issue mine have? Three random commenters will receive a goody bag in their mailbox!
Missy Jane spends most of her time lost in worlds of her own making alternately loving and hating such creatures as vampires, shape-shifters and gargoyles (to name a few). When not writing, she spends her time reading, taking photos of her beautiful daughters and training her husband to believe she’s always right.
Her second book will be available from Sapphire Blue Publishing soon.