My Mom Is C.S. Lewis

Weird, right? Hang on…

“The unpayable debt that I owe to him was not ‘influence’ as it is ordinarily understood, but sheer encouragement. He was for long my only audience. Only from him did I ever get the idea that my ‘stuff’ could be more than a private hobby.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, on his friend, C.S. Lewis18394_3404619294419_2132848646_n

Who plays that role in your life? Whose “sheer encouragement” pushes you on?


Many people fill that roll in my life, but Mom is unique. She always has an encouraging word for me, is quick with praise, and remains confident (despite the evidence) that I will succeed in the work of writing stories.

She also helps me by proofreading, editing, and giving other valuable input.

I’m thankful for my mother in many, many ways. But this is one for which I’m especially grateful. Mom continues to have an impact on my life long after I’ve left home.

And speaking of C. S. Lewis, my mother introduced me to this giant by reading the Narnia books to us when I was just a wee lad and we all lived in the basement of the log cabin Dad was building. The cabin was never finished. Dad left his work at the nickel plant and his lifelong dream of living in a Wayne County hollow, and our family went to Africa as missionaries. I loved exploring the woods in our “holler,” and it was something of an idyl for me. But I know it could be a hard place for Mom. The basement was dank and dark, but there was light there when Mom read.

That started something in me that hasn’t stopped. Further up and further in!

So thank you, Mom. You’re great. I love you. Bless you.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms.

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