I have more to share on the two boys in Indiana who we met in January and started hauling butt (and toys, snacks, and books) to go visit every other weekend, but I'm interrupting the momentum to share something else. Hope you don't mind, and in case anyone is tired of reading about that adventure - well, this post is for you. Back to more of that potentially life-altering story next time.
Last week the high school kids had a half day. I begged Mini to have her friends over here, so I could run out and leave the babies napping. She agreed. When she left that morning, she took a quick glance around the kitchen and spoke these words:
UM, HOPE YOU CAN CLEAN THIS PLACE UP A LITTLE BEFORE MY FRIENDS GET HERE.
Oh.My.Goodness. She didn't. The girl, whose room is literally shocking to those unfamiliar with her 'ways', TOLD ME to clean up.
It just so happened to be a few days before we drove out to see Tank, so Mini and her friends got lucky. I baked myself silly that morning - while babysitting. Pumpkin bread AND cookies. I put some out on the table for her people . . . after I organized the kitchen: ditching shoes, hoodies, and discarded plates and stowing away high chairs and sweeping and organizing paperwork clutter.
Later, Mini was sitting with her friends in the family room. I checked my email before I darted out the door. I got something unexpected. (insert drumroll). An email from a magazine. Back in April I submitted a stand alone chapter from my memoir project to a small online magazine. They initially rejected it. I guess they held on to it and reviewed it again, because they're publishing it in February in their memoir addition.
I cannot BEGIN to tell you how excited I am. Elated. Thrilled. Overjoyed. OK, so I guess I CAN tell you how excited I am. To say I needed this is an understatement. Now, to be clear, I'm not getting paid, but this might help in my quest to be published.
"Hey there Ms. Agent-Lady, not sure if you've heard of me, but I was published in February." Or maybe I'll come up with something a tad more smooth.
I care little that the link to the article will reveal my real-live name . . . I will share it here anyway - in February. In fact, I will share the link with everyone I know and some I don't. Not that you aren't all special, I mean I'll share it with you all first.
That day in my kitchen, I didn't want to scream and yell and embarrass Mini. I let out a little *GASP* - then I forwarded the email to Mini and called to her: HEY MINI, CHECK YOUR EMAIL.
My messy kid, who is also my biggest writing fan and reads all of my stuff and is CRAZY about this particular piece, let out a small squeal and looked at me WIDE-EYED from the family room. Like WE DID IT!
A week later after a bit of thought, I decided to share with my folks that this is HAPPENING. First, I performed a dramatic reading in front of my desktop with Mini at my side.
Me: MINI, PRETEND YOU ARE NANA, AUNT ANN, AND AUNT MARIE. WE NEED TO DECIDE IF THIS STORY IS GOING TO, YA KNOW, UPSET THEM.
Mini: WOW, THAT'S A LOT OF PERSPECTIVES TO TAKE ON. (waving hand motions as she donned 3 different personas)
My memoir is about my middle-child-ness and how regular family moments turned sort of nutty from my middle-child perspective, so we were gauging whether or not sharing the story might hurt feelings. Unlike the day the three of them ditched me to go to the mall when I was 12, this is more lighthearted. Mini gave me the go-ahead.
I didn't tell my folks that I'm writing an entire book about my upbringing. Baby steps, friends. Baby steps. I told them it's a funny story that I'll share in February. They were happy for me.
I can't wait to share it with you. I'm curtseying here in my study in anticipation of your polite applause.
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