So I’ve been thinking about “voice” in the literary sense for a talk I’m giving in October to a bunch of leaders on writing (wow. THAT was clunky!).
And it just dawned on me that one of the things that frustrates me as a mom is not only that we tend to lose ourselves amidst the chaos of our lives, but often our voices too. I mean, I’ve GAINED the kind of voice I never wanted to have (that “oh my gosh are the windows open? Can the neighbors hear me yelling?” voice), but in many ways, the ability to be heard—in the way I want to be—gets lost. Not totally. But a bit.
But then I realized that motherhood revved up my voice in my writing. I mean, I write a ton more now than I ever did before. So I’ve got that going for me.
I’m wondering what your thoughts are. Has motherhood helped you find your voice or lose it?