This is the opening part of my first novel, Guardians of Time: Kids in America. It’s the tale of a girl named Mary coming to terms with who her mother actually was ten years after losing her. She discovers many secrets that both of her parents held back from her and her two siblings.
Foreword by Mary Lyon
My mother was a remarkable woman. I know that many people who will read probably have some kind of idea of who she was, given the many times that she was photographed and interviewed, particularly in her adult life thanks to her high profile career choices. However the public profile of the sunny tempered and open hearted girl was only a fraction of her true personality.
She was seen as a swan, elegant and self possessed despite her heavy work schedule and the fact that she raised three children at the same time. I always saw her as a Labrador though, she was incredibly energetic with a huge heart and a tendency to leave a bit of a mess in her wake, because she was more interested in showing people all the incredible things that the world had to offer.
I adored her slightly chaotic manner, she was warm and protective and never let anyone make me feel inferior because of the fact that my dad didn’t spend a a lot of time with me throughout my childhood. She brought Luc, Dawn and I up to be our own people and etch our own distinctive path through life, truly embodying the Oscar Wilde quote to ‘be yourself, everyone else is already taken’. I don’t think that she cared about anything more than her children being happy and safe, as long as we didn’t hurt anyone else in the pursuit of our own happiness.
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Musings of a thirtysomething woman 