Well, my mom did it again. She always did, bless her sweet loving heart. She had tucked a lovely note in my favorite pink barbie lunch box. It said “Though many may be jealous, mean or unforgiving, you always smile and know that I love you and believe in you!” She knew just what she was talking about. I had chicken and dumplings soup in my thermos, a peanut and butter jelly sandwich, my favorite, and a Hunt’s snack pack chocolate pudding cup tucked so lovingly inside of my lunch box. Mom always knew what I liked and she made sure that I had it. I appreciated it. More than she ever will know. Yes, I was often propositioned for lunch trades, but I knew that I had the best. Always. Actually, it was a joint effort, mom and dad, both contributed to this daily school lunch blessing occurrence. He, by way of money and she, by way of knowing just what I loved. I still carry those warm moments with me to this very day. They did all end with my parents’s divorce, I must sadly admit. That ended a lot of family dreams. Still, we smiled. We still loved. Just at a budget price. True love never fades.
A little sweet love note. Hmm. Maybe I was doomed from the very start by them. I learned to expect them, give them and I loved getting them. After the teen years hit me, no more homemade lunch love notes came but, I was very swayed by the written love notes of boys that I liked. This all went very well, until I found out that some will use the sweet words to get what they want and not mean what they write. Imagine my surprise. I think that I truly became fascinated with the written word, then. I loved to read. I loved to write. I always wrote with truth and my heart. It was quite a shock to me to find out that some others didn’t. Who knew? I didn’t.
Those little sweet love notes. From family, so precious. From those who did not mean it, tragic. Ah, to tell the difference. It is so hard. Feelings spin, change and expand with the beat of every heart. Can you imagine? Yes, I know that you can. It did. Expand and transform me into the writer that I am today. For those who are not aware, there are so many forms of writing and stories. True stories, fiction, poems, fairy tales, science fiction, crime, drama, true crime, horror, true paranormal tales, fiction ghost stories, non fiction, reviews, wishful writing and on and on. Anyone who discourages a writer should be ashamed. No, their writing may not always agree with your reality perception, but let them be free to create. Agree to disagree, but always support the creativity of writing. It is priceless and there is always someone who will relate to and love, I can guarantee it!
I was a victim of discouragement many years ago and I almost gave up my dream of being paid to write. Now, I have achieved AC page view millionaire status and I am a paid writer. You know who made me succeed? Me! I refused to give up and listen to others who did not believe in me. I found a place to appreciate my written words and that place is AC. It was a one way paid ticket back to reality and getting paid to write. That, my friends, is priceless.
Sure, one day, I hope to write a best selling novel or two, but I am just starting out and learning. I am my biggest fan. As you are yours. Remember that! It matters and makes all the difference. The best little sweet love notes can be written to you by you. They will say that they have faith in you, your talent and your dreams. You should. You are worth it. Never give up. Those words are from someone who truly knows what real love means. Everything. That you deserve. You. You are one in a million and never forget that. As long as you are happy, that is a dream reached.
Ah, those little sweet love notes. I have a box full of them and they all have meaning. It does not matter now, if they brought me what I wished for or not, what matters now is that I know I always deserved the best. Mom told me so. I know. She did. All we can do is do our best. Do it. Be proud and write on!