Vivianna Week, Day Three

Today's guest post for Vivianna Week, comes from my bestie and fellow author of Being Human, Patricia Lynne. It's a really sweet story and such a beautiful dedication to her sister Katy and her nephew Arik. Enjoy!


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I am not a maternal person. I think I was born without the ability. Plenty of people have told me time and time again, “That will change. Just wait.” And I’m still waiting. If anything, I think my urge to have kids of my own has shrunk. Of course, I’m not completely anti-kid. I have to amazing nephews with an equally amazing mom.

My big sister I seriously think needs the Mom of the Century, no of Time award. Like me, when she was younger, she didn’t want kids. They were the farthest from her mind. Then Emmet came along. He is one firecracker of a kid. His antics are just priceless. For Halloween, he dressed up as Billy the Exterminator. Seriously, how many kids do that? They want to be Superman or Spiderman. My sister takes it all in stride – after leaving the room to laugh her ass off.

But what really earns my sister the Mom of all Time award is her second son, Arik. In the womb, we knew Arik was going to pop out special. He had a cleft lip and palate and there was no knowing how bad it would be until he was born. And when he was born, it was a shock. He barely had an upper lip and the gap in his palate went all the way to his nasal cavity. And it didn’t just end there. He has a laundry list of issues, a ton of doctors he sees, and multiple surgeries planned in the future. It’s rough on my sister and her husband, and big brother, Emmet, doesn’t always help since he’s only six and doesn’t know better. Despite all that, it’s pictures like this

that shows how much all those medical problems and doctors appointment don’t matter to my sister. She’ll do it all, and on two hours of sleep, because her face says it all. I love my baby.



Unconditionally.


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About Patricia Lynne in Her Own Words:







A Story About Me



I am a born and raised Michigander and transplant yooper - that means I can hold my hands up and point to where I live in the upper peninsula of Michigan. My whole life I was always creative. I remember wanting to be a dancer when I was little. In middle school, my love for art started when I did a report on Pablo Picasso. I was also in band all of middle school and high school. My mom told me I couldn't quit because every year the senior band members went to Toronto Canada to see an musical and SHE WANTED TO GO. Which she did and honestly, I didn't mind. Having Mom chaperon meant I had a bank account with me the whole trip. Remember that kids, don't be ashamed to let your parents come on a field trip because all you have to do is hold out your hand when you see something you want.

I went to college at Grand Valley State for a grand total of 1.5 years. My major was art, naturally, but I didn't see where an art degree would take me and I wasn't really enjoying the work part so I dropped out. Please, no But you could have been an art teacher. I have the maternal instincts of a rock. In fact, a rock has MORE maternal instincts than I do. College wasn't a wasted experience though, I did learn a ton in my classes and I met my hubby in an anime chat room. DragonBall Z to be exact. I can be a big anime geek.

I moved back home and worked in a small restaurant called Weber's Rustic Inn. There I learned I loved to cook and arranging the food in a pleasing way was so much fun - even in the middle of a dinner rush. Between it all I started making jewelry and knitting. Eventually, I got a business license and opened a small store online called Patricia Lynne's Treasures. My hubby moved all the way from Mississippi to Michigan and enrolled in nearby Bay de Noc Community College. You should know in the UP of MI nearby means less than 200 miles. We moved in with a friend of his and when he transferred to Lake State Superior University we moved across the state. I eventually got a job in a small deli/coffee/bakery. It was the perfect job. I love baking but not necessarily eating what I made. I got to flex my creative muscles via sugar cookies -a love/hate job. April 1st 2011 we got married, the wedding, while impromptu and VERY informal, was a blast.

I don't remember when exactly it happened; maybe while my hubby was at Bay do Noc. I had a dream one night (and I always feel like I'm ripping off Stephenie Meyers when I say this but it's the truth) and in it there was this girl and a vampire, and the cast of True Blood was trying to keep them apart. I woke with the urge to write it - although not the True Blood part. So I did. As I went, I wasn't quite sure where it was going but that didn't deter me. I kept typing along and eventually I figured out who wanted to keep Kris and Kristen apart. After that another story came to me. Then another. And another. I couldn't stop and before I knew it I had a file for writing filled with stories - not all of them finished.

I've been writing ever since. The characters in my head fight for attention and sometimes I wish I had more hands and a few computers to type it all down. In November of 2010 decided to pursue publishing my stories.



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