Emmy R Bennett

Writer of Paranormal, Mystery and Fantasy.

Life’s Greatest Gifts

Life has a way of sneaking up on you. One moment, you are young, alive, taking on the world. Next, you look back and think, “What have I done with it all?”

I have always thought, I was living my dreams. When I was six, although I didn’t know it yet, I wanted to be a writer. I wrote stories of all sorts. Poems seem to float off my tongue onto paper like nothing. Not ever really thinking what to say; the words were just there. Always came naturally. Writing stories wasn’t any different. I remember starting my first book at around twelve, I was in seventh grade I think. My grandmother gave me her old typewriter to use, you know kind that had the black and red ribbon on the back to imprint words? The keys would stick together if I started typing too fast, but it didn’t bother me, I was writing.

I was around ten when I learned about whales being killed in the ocean from poachers. I asked my mother how I could help. It was at that moment I suddenly wanted to be a marine biologist. Writing would have to wait. At the time, I didn’t realize at how much grueling math and chemistry it would take. I made it to calculus, but in the end, chemistry won.

In fourth grade I discovered reading comprehension. It was like a whole new world. I found myself walking to the library once a week, (which I later found out was 1.8 miles one way), but I didn’t care. I was fascinated with reading. The movies going on inside my head enticed me to read more.

When I was seventeen I dreamed of becoming a fashion designer. I went to school for it too. Half day in high school half day at vocational college. I wonder if that program is still there? I remember my mother encouraging me to get a career that required a lot of math. Nope, I don’t think so, been down that road before. “The day you learn to read a pattern is the day I’ll teach you to sew, “she said. At that moment my mind was made up, Fashion Design. I wanted to learn to sew. Making clothes from my imagination. I accomplished one dream, many more to go.

Of course, somewhere in there I dreamed of becoming a mother. I wanted six kids. A whole brood of them. A large family to love. To give them something I felt I didn’t have much of growing up. My most proud accomplished dream of them all. I can’t see life without my babies. They are my world. Watching them grow into this person I made; rather half made, and obviously I want to take all the credit but can’t. Seeing them discover new things, learn from life lessons. Nothing more rewarding in life than watching this tiny human that grew inside my belly turn into this walking miracle.

Almost 50 years later what do I have to show for it? Memories, lots of memories. Whether good or bad. The good ones of course are cherished, like the birth of all four of my kids, or the day I married my best friend. The bad, or perhaps just hard life experiences and lessons learned. Quite frankly, I would not be the person I am today without it. Mistakes make us wiser; stronger. Mistakes are the building blocks of our foundations core. Never stop learning, or listening. Occasionally my foundation needs repair, but one thing I know, it’s strong.

“It’s time to stop and smell the roses,” my grandmother would always say. I didn’t really understand what she meant, until now.

Through the years, God threw me subtle hints that I was not fulfilling the natural born gift. Throughout my childhood some people would send messages; intending for my good, encourage me down a different path and not the one I was meant for.

There are only a few in my life, who have imperceptibly hinted; “Get back to your writing,” or “Have you finish that book yet?” Or the way one special person in my life says, after I ask how to respond to a befuddling email someone sent to me, “I don’t know, you’re the writer.” Another memory: my grandmother who listened on the other end of the phone while I wrote her poem. I’ll never forget when she said, “Maybe you can read it at my eulogy.” Funny how when faced with death it can either bring you closer or push you farther to the depths of your inner desires. The day she died, I stopped writing.

I still aced my English classes in college of course. When one loves something, things seem to just fall naturally into place and yet I didn’t pursue my writing. When my oldest daughter was about twelve years old and about four years after my beloved grandmother death, I took to the pen again. My daughter became my new inspiration to a story. The idea and plot were there. My heart was in the right place. I wanted to write a book that my daughter could relate to. She had a difficult time reading, and so few teen books out there at the time for her to read. I knew she already had her gifted born talent. It was pure, and raw. Still is. She could take old, and make it new again. Totally amazing. Reading was important, she needed to get past her (what I now know to be dyslexia) anxiety. Watching my children not pursue their dreams, no matter how much it pays or doesn’t pay the bills, literally breaks my heart. I see the discouragement in their eyes and pray that they never give up on their dreams. Life is a journey, there will bumps in the road.

The lesson here: it’s not how long it takes to get there, but that you get there. Besides, I truly believe if it’s your God given gift or talent, pursue it. It will make you happy and may even pay your bills. Yet what am I doing?

My heart is telling me God is steering me down a new path. Rather, and old path that has always been there, but the weeds are now gone, and the way is clear. I know now, the difference between writing, and making it a reality, is a pen.

 

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