Stretches of Growing

I am sitting from a distance, watching my kids do amazing things.

Maybe it’s amazing to me because I know what they’ve been through, what their struggles were/are, and yet, they have overcome to achieve things I would have never guessed.

As a parent, I can ally and guide, but what lies beyond—that is a mystery. I don’t think I would have it any other way—not knowing—in good and bad. I need to remember that the sweetness is in the journey—and the occasional looking over the shoulder and exclaiming,

“Wow, that went by in a blink.”

I received a sweet note from my literary agent this past week. In a handful of words, I felt seen. I am known. My life as a writer isn’t just this secret hope-to one day, it’s part of me in a permanent way. I might fail and win within this life of crafting words, but I am doing it—I am here, with much overcoming behind me, and the journey continually before me.

It’s good to be known over the stretch of growing time. Even if sometimes as a writer, I look over my shoulder and say,

“Wow. This is taking so long!”

Maybe the ability to look back is why I am in constant wonder as I raise my kids. I see their whole stretch of growing.

And as a writer, it’s good to have colleagues and friends remind me how far I’ve come—how I am growing, even if the journey is a mystery sometimes.


Published by Angie Dicken

I am an author, mother, and wife. Follow me on Facebook at

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