Every once in a while I forget. I am busy with the business of life; with grocery shopping and cooking; with cleaning the kitchen and feeding the dogs; with sorting, washing, drying, and folding laundry. Putting it away.
I get caught up in revisions on a new project or reading blog posts, catching up on social media. Liking. Sharing. Commenting. Offering support.
My daughter needs to be driven to school and picked up. Again. And then again. I still have two children living under this roof (even though one of them is a legal adult) and as long as they’re here, I’ll stop what I’m doing when they enter a room.
(Okay. I try to stop. Sometimes I can’t. Or don’t want to. But still. Try.)
“How did you sleep?” I ask. “How was your day?” “Do you need a sweatshirt?”
“What can I get for you?” “How about a sweatshirt?”
Sometimes they roll their eyes, but usually they’re pretty great. And this isn’t some face I’m putting on to fool you. I could tell harrowing tales about the trials and tribulations of raising kids. To what end? You have your own harrowing tales and the truth is Jack and Karly are wonderful NOW. And helpful. Respectful. Loving.
I’m not being fake or boastful.
I’m sending out hope. Hope that you too can get through rough patches; you too can reach the light at the end of tunnels you’re staring down.
You can survive rejection from loved ones or dear friends; from critics you invited or did not. I understand. You put your soul out there, your work, your dreams, the very best stuff you’ve got, and it gets rebuffed. Our hearts break.
You want to scream MAKE IT STOP!
(But the only way to make it stop completely is to stop trying. Also, this is the only way to guarantee you never get where you needed to go.)
After 18 years of being a parent, I find the job getting easier. In fact, it’s getting awesome. Just in time for my babies to move out into the world all by themselves. (They’ll come back though, right? This is why I keep Cheetos around and Peanut M&Ms. Well. Part of the reason.)
I sit with this truth and the day grows quiet around me. I’m done feeding the dogs and the laundry’s put away and that’s when I remember.
And a little over a month from the launch date. April 4th. 34 days.
Yes. I’m counting. Also, please forgive my happy dance.
(You can picture it. No, it’s more awkward. No, even worse than that. I promise. Mine is the worst, happiest dancing you’ve ever imagined.)
But you guys. It’s almost here. And today I’m sharing the cover of the book I’ve been waiting for all my life. The first book.
Not the last.
If I have anything to say about it.
Now. Once more, just because. Here’s the cover.
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