I was in New York on a downtown balcony at a networking event, talking to Clara, who is also a Mom and a writer. It was a beautiful night. Blue Eyes and I were on our first trip without our young girls, the people were interesting and there was an open bar. It was all good, but now and then I looked over my shoulder, looking for my kids to be sure they were all right. I told Clara this, that I was having a great time, but I couldn’t stop looking over my shoulder.
“It’s the balcony,” she said.
She was so right.
Somewhere in the animal part of my brain, I’m wired to protect my kids and if they were here, the balcony eight floors up would make me nervous and I would make sure they weren’t playing too close. My looking over my shoulder was always in the direction of the balcony.
I networked with writers and publishers with good stories and ideas, but the networking with Moms was the best.