Life Lessons in Romance Novels

Last week, I watched an episode of Who’s the Boss with my hubby and at the end I made the classic mistake of saying, “Why don’t they just kiss and get it over with?” I know, BAD romance writer. I should know better.

But there are times when I want to just slap the heroine and say, “He loves you, you dope!” That would make a really boring book or TV show though, if the HEA started too early.

I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if they just told each other how they felt. They would have a longer HEA.

In life, like in books, we sometimes waste what precious little time we have avoiding putting our feelings out there. Sure, we might get hurt but the alternative is waiting too long and never getting the chance to say it.

So, if you love someone TELL THEM. Who knows, it might be the start of a beautiful happily ever after.

BTW,

I LOVE YOU ALL! 🙂

What life lessens have you seen in romance novels?

For Mom

When I was in 3rd grade, the teacher assigned a “What do you want to be when you grow up?” essay. My answer was my mom. Not A mom, MY Mom. She’s one of a kind.

I have always been her problem child. This caused her to have to punish me, but she would always cry harder than I would. The whole this-hurts-me-more-than-you rang true for my mom. I broke her heart more times than I can count, but she still oozed love.

Growing up, I don’t remember listening to the radio on our many road trips. Instead, we would play games and sing old songs (Charlie Brown was my favorite when Dad was with us). But before we would pull out of the drive, Mom always said a prayer for our safety.

She gave birth to three girls, but her children are countless. Our house was alway teeming with kids who would stop by to see her. Now, she has begun her magic on the younger generation. She is a mom to all, no matter their age.

Her gentle, patient heart is easily given away. There are pieces of her all over the world, yet she always finds more to give. Some (including me) have abused the precious gift that she has given, but she never complains. She is one of a kind.

In short (okay, not so short but whatever), I want my Mom to know how much she means, not only to me but to all the people whose lives she has touched. I am so thankful to have YOU as my mom.

I LOVE YOU, MOM!

In Memory of Sunny

Yesterday morning my fur-baby Sunny passed away. To make matters worse, it happened on my 12 year-old son’s bed while he was getting ready for school.

My baby (I know he’s not a baby, but he’s MY baby) tried to put on a brave front, but his voice kept cracking and he had tears in his eyes. As he collected his things for school, he took a deep breath and said, “I want to make a cat room in my house in memory of Sunny.” The house that he’s talking about is a school project that he is doing with another boy for math class. He knows that it could cause him to be the object of scorn but his tender heart wants to do something to honor the memory of his friend, Sunny.

I don’t know if the other child will agree to this or not, but I am so proud of him for not hiding his feelings. Too many boys don’t have the courage to show any emotion. If he can love a cat this much, I can just imagine how lucky the girl he gives his heart to will be!