I turned forty-seven this year. No question about it: I’m closer to a seasoned crone than a fresh-faced debutante. As I get longer in the tooth, I’m increasingly drawn to writing stories about people my own age.
At around the half-century mark, life often looks rather different than it did twenty-odd years before. There’s a whole new dimension of interpersonal relationships that impact and complicate romance. Many people in my generation are dealing with the stresses that come when their sons and daughters are beginning to date, get married, and start families of their own.
Since I married relatively late, my daughters are still young. We measure their ages in the single digits, and boys, at the moment, are icky. But it won’t be long until our girls will get and maybe even seek male attention. And that makes me antsy. A therapist would perhaps tell me this is why my current project is about a mother who, in addition to dealing with her own complicated love life, becomes very concerned when her young adult daughter gets serious about a young man. I wouldn’t be the first author to use a story to probe into issues that have personal relevance.
I won’t reveal too much, but exploring the emotional landscape of a reluctant mother-in-law-to-be is proving to be an interesting journey, and is giving me many prayer points for my own children’s future love loves!
So, I’ll ask you the same question I’m pondering as I write this story. What qualities would you tell your daughter to look out for in a man? If you don’t have a daughter, what advice would you give your younger sister, friend, or any other young woman you care about? I value the wisdom in this community, and am very keen to hear your thoughts!