Hi, I'm Max's Mom.
This is my standard way of introducing myself. I lost my identity 13 years ago once I had my Max. It was easier to connect with Tristan's Mom or Gio's Mom or any of the other moms I would be introduced to via small person or big person. But, you can call me Beck.
Thanks for visiting my page. Thanks even more for reading my book, "Being Max's Mom."
I hope the book was useful to you. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. It was hard for me to write. Honestly, it was emotionally hard to think about all the rough times, but being Max's mom is such a treat. Every hardship and setback was worth all of the great things that have happened. I love being a mom to my boy, even when our conversation today consisted of "yep," "mumble," and "whatever, Mom."
Why do I like to write? It brings me joy. I love crafting stories and sharing things of interest to the world. From my days of journalism, writing stories to inform, to activism with essays to persuade, to my secret persona of writing erotica as Cat Ravenelle (to entice!) and now, with my first non-fiction, to entertain and share. I intend to keep writing, regardless of positive or negative feedback. I believe it was Alan Watts who said that if we worried about what people thought or offending them when we wrote something, we'd never write a single word.
As far as my personal likes, well...a bike ride down Lake Shore Drive in the fall or a stormy day spent inside the museum halls makes me happy. A cup of chai and a conversation with a good friend provides the same level of comfort. Netflixing Mad Men or writing like I've gone mad until I see the hint of sunlight through my curtains is really stupid but really fun. So is playing Guitar Hero.
But, my life is being Max's mom. Helping him grow, assisting him with his charitable works, and caving into his desires like building a blanket fort in the front yard or spending my last dollar on art supplies. I also treasure my time alone, which doesn't happen very often as a mom. Neither does sleeping in. I like both.
I graduated from the University of Colorado-Boulder with a degree in Women's Studies. I'm finishing my nursing degree this fall. I plan to work for a home hospice. Right now, I work as a waitress (summer job) and it really gives me the incentive to be cool and stay in school. I'm too old for this nonsense.
I dream of traveling to Paris with my boy and I also dream of paying off my student loans. I'm not sure which is more far-fetched. I also dream of autism acceptance.
Now, that I can see coming true.