I must warn you this post is going to be oddly vague and, for that I apologize, but there is no way around it.
I am in the middle of a very stressful situation with one of my children. It’s messy and heartbreaking and stressful. For a few days I accepted there was nothing I could do but that brought me no peace. I couldn’t sleep at night. I was on the verge of tears all the time. Accepting this meant a worse outcome for this child. After praying and studying what my options were I sent a letter advocating on her behalf — pleading that others would see the situation how I did. I labored over each word. I wrestled with them, edited them, and reread them. I poured a little of my soul into each sentence.
The day that my first copy of my book arrived in my mailbox was also the day that I heard feedback on that letter. And though nothing is resolved yet the feedback was complimentary of my writing and hopeful that maybe there was a way to address the situation differently than we’d thought before. Let me tell you that hearing that small bit of optimism in regards to my heartfelt advocating was more precious than holding that book (and holding that book was thrilling).
***I was on the phone with my Mom when my author copy arrived. I was sorting through the mail while I told her about the kids and what they were up to and then there it was. I squealed then with her still on the phone ran outside and showed the kids. They all left their very important four square match to come and see it. Since then one son has read it and one took it for show and tell. Their enthusiasm means the world to me!!
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