One life stamps and influences another, which in turn stamps and influences another, on and on, until the soul of human experience breathes on in generations we’ll never even meet.
Mary Kay Blakely
First of all, I still exist! I know it’s been forever since I posted on this blog. I will write an update soon about a major new development in my life — a positive one. But right now, I want to remember a woman I met a handful of times who made an impact on me, influencing my mothering before I ever encountered her in person.
I just learned this morning about the passing of Mary Kay Blakely, former New York Times columnist, regular contributor to Ms Magazine, professor of magazine journalism for the University of Missouri, and author of the book American Mom. This book was published the year before I gave birth to my firstborn, and reading it helped anchor me when I felt adrift in my new role.
Blakely talked about a society that “gives men irresponsible power and women powerless responsibility.” She spoke honestly about how humbling parenthood can be — how you’re going to mess up, and your kids are going to mess up, and many things that affect your kids are out of your control. How everything you do as a mom will be scrutinized and criticized by someone, so just do what you believe is right rather than sacrificing your kids to please the neighbors. And in the middle of all these challenges, you will find many moments of deep fulfillment. I needed that perspective. A huge lesson I learned is that parents, especially mothers, need to have each others’ backs. When you see a parent struggling, offer help rather than judgment.
When my kids were still young, Blakely moved to my city. I was an officer in the local writers’ guild at the time. Overcoming my social anxiety, I cold called her by email to ask if she would consider being the keynote speaker for our annual conference. It’s not a major conference, and I thought it was a long shot request. But she responded with an immediate and enthusiastic yes, also agreeing to lead a breakout session on memoir writing. She was extremely gracious and generous with her time and knowledge for the pittance we were able to pay.
At the conference, she told the funniest story about the title of her book. She had really, really, really wanted to call it Raising Terrorists (tongue in cheek because active kids), but her editor was adamant that American Mom would sell a lot more copies. On the way to her book release, she was running late and speeding, only to get pulled over by the police. She was able to talk her way out of the ticket because she explained where she was headed and showed the cop a box of the book copies she had with her – a book not titled Raising Terrorists. The lesson she learned was there are times to trust your editor.
I encountered her again a small handful of times over the years at various gatherings for writers, and every time, she was just as gracious, as happy to interact with unpublished aspiring writers as with the most accomplished in the group. I get the impression that was simply who she was — an authentic soul who cared about people.
RIP, Mary Kay Blakely, and a posthumous thank you, one American mom to another.