About Laurie Wajda

 

Who am I?

I’m a mom. I’m just a mom. I clean up spilt milk, put band aids on skinned knees, and occasionally patch up a broken heart. You may not think it’s such a glamorous job. But at the end of the day when the lights are out and the house is quiet, and I can kick back, put my feet up and watch little snippets run through my overworked mind, I see my five year old son running across the grass, skillfully kicking his soccer ball. And then my teen’s voice echoes through my head as I hear her say ‘thank you’ to a complete stranger because he held the door. As I drift off, I watch another child struggle with her homework because she takes all honors classes and always strives to do her best. And at that moment, when sleep settles in, I realize that I don’t have wonderful children by accident, and I know there’s not a thing in the world I would trade for my unglamorous job. Because, after all, I am a mom.

It took a long time to realize that this is just what I do, and not who I am… When my son left for Kindergarten in the fall and I was left all alone to a quiet and empty house, the realization hit … and I had to take something of my very own and cultivate it in the same way. So I took my love for writing and started to put everything down on paper. And as I wrote, I learned. Here, you’ll find the collection of me… The good, the bad, and the ugly…

More to come…

Fast forward… 5 year olds grow, teenagers doing homework at the kitchen table go off to college, and life happens whether you’re watching or not. And I’m still their mom. But … there’s no one in this world I’d rather be. Peace.  🙂