A Mother's Day Post Revisited

 For many years, I would be on book tour in early May, so I always missed Mother's Day. I am very grateful that this year, I get to be home with my wife and kids! We'll also be going to breakfast with my mom. Because of this, I won't be spending a lot of time writing a new blog post, but I did look back in the archives for this one, written when I was traveling on tour back in 2007 for The Titan's Curse. (So don't get excited about the tour stops I list -- those are from six years ago!) It's nice to go back and read what was happening back then. So much has changed, but my thoughts about the two most important women in my life certainly have not!

originally posted Sunday, May 13, 2007

Flying on Mother's Day

My wife has to endure many things, having an author for a husband -- like not having me home with her and the boys on Mother's Day. I am midway through my tour, flying off this morning to Chicago, and although everything is going great, I really wish I could be home with family today. Flowers and phone calls are fine, but not the same as being there.

Fortunately, Becky is a saint. She puts a good spin on everything. She takes care of our boys while I'm gone with never a complaint, with infinite patience (well okay, almost infinite patience). She fields calls and emails that would bury me in an avalanche. She keeps the household from turning into a whirlwind of chaos (although she might disagree with me on that). She is the most good-natured, even-keeled, practical, wonderful person I've ever met. And beautiful, too. I got an Internet camera for this trip, so I could see my family as well as talk to them, and seeing Becky even for a few minutes a day is enough to lift me out of any depression. Hard to be away, indeed. Thanks, Becky, for sharing my crazy life with so much grace and understanding. At least I'll be home on Saturday and will get a week with family before heading off to the UK for the final leg of my tour. Still, as I fly north today, my thoughts are turning south to San Antonio.

My own mom, also in San Antonio, doesn't really believe in Mother's Day, since it's a Hallmark/FTD conspiracy to sell greeting cards and flowers. Nevertheless, I think it's good to have day like this to reflect on how amazingly blessed I am to have a great mother. For years, I have been known around San Antonio as "Lyn's son," because everyone -- I mean everyone -- knows and loves my mom. She's an accomplished artist, a musician, a writer, and an extremely gifted teacher. The house I grew up in was a work of art itself, and a natural gathering place for actors, artists, and writers. Growing up, it didn't take me long to realize just how unique my mom was. Not everyone had a Renaissance woman for a mother. She always allowed me space to discover my own interests. She never pushed or even suggested, but in a fertile environment like our home, how could I not have explored writing, music, art? I was not an over-scheduled kid. I remember frequently complaining to my mom that I was bored. She would brainstorm ideas with me, but in the end, it was up to me to entertain myself. I'm convinced this turned me into a writer. I had to look inward for my own stories and my own fantasy worlds. I wonder if kids today have time to do this, between soccer practice and recitals and the rest of their ultra-scheduled lives. I hope they do. My mom was my first reader, my first editor, my first fan. She continues to be one of my "front line" critics every time I print out a new manuscript, even if her comments are usually, "I love this, and I love this, and I REALLY love this." Hey, she's my mom. She's entitled! So thanks, Mom. It's nice to be called a bestselling author or winner of such-and-such award, but it's a real honor -- a very great privilege -- to be Lyn's son.

Now I'm saying au revoir to the Bay Area after a very fun visit. Good crowds at both Book Passage and Borders in San Jose. Thanks to everyone who came out! Tomorrow night, I'll be at Anderson's Bookshop in Naperville. If you're in the Chicago area, come on out and say hello!