Where are the Emotions?
Fires in the Treasure Valley have dropped our air quality conditions to poor. My son’s asthma has him wheezing, I’m struggling to breath through my nose, and my husband is coughing. My daughter, thankfully, seems unaffected. But she’s got too much to think about.
She’s in Kindergarten now.
Sometimes I wonder how emotionless I really am. Both my co-workers insisted I’d cry. They both did.
Me? I saw my daughter off on the school bus, drove to the school to make sure she got to class alright, hovered at the edge of class until she was settled in her chair, and then she finally noticed I was there. She smiled and said, “Mama, what are you doing here?” which sounded an awful lot like “Silly Mama, school is for kids, not parents.”
I kissed her forehead, then hurried back to work.
No tears. No swelling realization that kids grow up so fast. Just a confirmation with my husband that he’d be able to pick her up at lunch.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m very proud of her. She’s smart, sociable, and well-behaved. But what kind of mother am I when I don’t get teary eyed over one of life’s milestones? (Then again, I didn’t cry at my wedding either.)
Sometimes I wonder if my own personality is the reason why my characters lack emotion in the earlier drafts. Sometimes, I don’t wonder, I just know. 
Do you get emotional over life events? Does your personality reflect in your characters? Anybody celebrating back to school time?
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