Edited to add that our book is now out and available on Amazon. Check it out HERE!
I very nearly called this post, “Growing Up And Liking It.”
So I’m not pregnant, nor am I trying to be. I’m still completely horrified by the idea of pregnancy and financially providing for three children. I love the idea of newborns and Des being a middle child, so he can have Middle Child Syndrome. Like me. And Scarlet told me that it would be ok if she could be sisters with someone, but she doesn’t want another brother. I have no idea why. Des is an angel. Sure, he knocks her My Little Ponies on the floor and puts his hand down his pants whenever he gets the chance, but, he’s ace. That boy. He’s luscious. And that was an awfully long-winded way of telling you that I’m not pregnant.
I did, however, give birth to something. And I’d been holding it (him? her?) in for a long time. It’s this:
I’m in a book. A real live book. With 29 other talented writer/bloggers! You’ll be able to purchase it on Amazon. Coming soon!
You see, everything hurts this week. Ever have one of those weeks? And I don’t mean physically. I mean, emotionally. Things sting. I get the mushy, squishy feeling a little too easily. Des was knocked down by a big kid at the playground and he cried for me. Maybe not a huge deal on a non-hurting week. A kiss, a hug and three minutes can solve that. On a week like this, that still hurts my heart after bedtime. I feel completely and utterly out of my element, emotionally. The voices in my head tell me I will never be able to cope when things are really wrong, if I can’t cope when things are mostly all right. I silence those voices.
It’s the smaller things that shatter my heart on some days – tags sticking out of shirts, (why? I don’t know) bumps on Scarlet’s head, any kind of whimper of pain. So I write. I started writing before I started doing photography, but it was for a similar reason. The emotions and the beauty and the pain were welling up inside me so heavily, that if I didn’t find these outlets, I’d probably burst from the pressure. If I can’t describe it, I photograph it. If the emotions are beyond the visual, I write about it.
(I’m sprinkling in random photos of myself in blog posts now, because I was sorely absent from my Renaissance Faire tale.)
This writing/photography thing works pretty well to make me a reasonably happy human being. Sometimes I’m delightful.
Sometimes I’m delighted.
Especially when I’m checking an item off of my bucket list. I’m going to be a published author. In a book. With its new book smell! (or Kindle!) With 29 other writers/bloggers. I have gotten the chance to know most of them and their writing, and they do not disappoint. This book is a must-read for every future parent, new parent, experienced parent, and more. You’ll find yourself laughing along, crying along, and just plain nodding along. Adult tantrums? Public meltdowns? Scenarios you thought only happened in movies and TV shows? We’ve got them all. Humor. Heart. Parenting. Life. Real life. Sweet and insane real life.
Coming soon to print and ebooks! Make sure you stay tuned at our WEBSITE, and our social media spaces and places:
And now..if the book tour takes us to Alaska, I’ll be checking off two big bucket list items..