Seeing my baby for the very first time…
For those of you who don’t know…the big box of books came yesterday.
MAJOR Squee moment.
The girls wanted to know…what’s in the box? Why is mommy jumping up and down?
Though I desperately wanted to show them, I told them we had to wait for daddy to get home. Then when he finally arrived, he really wanted to take a shower (he works construction, so we didn’t disagree — no matter how thrilled i was). We would wait. This was a family moment, and I wanted my family with me. A ritual I’ve envisioned since I was a little kid.
You know, a circle of love surrounding my labor of love. We’d wait. Really.
The girls had different ideas. They HAD to know what was in the box. It called to them. They conspired against my plans…and ran to the playroom. They found the little plastic knives from their tea party set. I figured, sure–why not. Plastic knives, nothing’s gonna come of that.
Well, I forgot to factor in the complete determination they had to get that thing open. They worked and sawed, and darn if they didn’t get the tape off. I was laughing so hard, I almost forgot to stop them before they tore into it.
They were dragging out the paper just as my hubby came downstairs. We all oohed at the cover. Held them, tested their weight. Flipped the pages. Then, DD#1 looks at me and says, “That’s IT??!”
Um. Go play outside.
I stroked the cover. Spied how my name looks on the spine. Enjoyed seeing the White Rose Publishing imprint logo along with it, more than I thought I would (YAY Niccola! RJ & Rhonda!)
AND for the first time in a long time, my hubby was speechless about my writing. Sure, he’s supportive. He watches the kids while I do this thing that can’t be seen or touched. NOW he can touch it. See it. Hold it. He even took a copy to work to show off–to sell to his supervisor.
As for me, I’m still in shock. BUT, following those sage words of advice from my friend, Roxanne St. Claire — I’ll be working on the next one.