There is nothing like the love between a mother and daughter. And today I discovered that even more.
My eleven year old daughter came into my bedroom and said, "I wrote this in class. I thought you should have it." She handed me a letter written in her own hand and then simply left the room.
I sat down on the bed and read... and cried. This is what she wrote for class and nothing has been edited.
October 18, 2012
Has someone in your family ever become an author? Well, mine has. My mother. It's pretty cool being a daughter of an author. Here is how my normal Mom became a published author.
She started reading books that her friend was giving her to read. She then got inspired. So she started by just taking some notebook paper and writing a short story. Little did she know that this story would land her a three-book deal.
My mom started to think that she might have a chance to be published. She worked really hard every night and was writing and writing. It took her four years to write her book. She started talking to publishers and seeing if they were interested in her book. Then one day she got a call. She was an author.
I was so happy for her when I found out. We went out that night and celebrated. Then she told me some more good news. She not only was an author but got a three-book deal. I didn't know how to express myself. She worked so hard to accomplish this much. My happy meter exploded because I was just so happy.
Right now, in the present time, my mother has published two books. She is now done with her third book and editing it. She has a lot of famous friends, like Nora Roberts. She always orders cookies when she goes to a book signing to interest people in her books. I help her a lot with giving her ideas and my opinions on her books. Even my little brother helps. He wears a kilt (man skirt) because my mom writes historical romance. Everybody says he's so cute.
The incident affected me a lot. I could never be so proud to say I am Victoria Roberts's daughter. She has a great imagination and personality. I hope you enjoyed my story on how an ordinary mom could become a famous author.
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Sunday, November 25, 2012
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Always My Baby
I watched her grow over the years into the young lady she is today. She's in that wonderful stage of prepubescent years where eye rolls and embarrassment are a frequent factor. You know exactly what I mean. It was perfectly acceptable to shop at Kohl's, but that was so last year. If it doesn't say Aeropostale, it can no longer grace her body. Christmas lists are no longer dolls and stuffed animals, but DS games, iPod Touch and Lady Gaga CD's.
Her sense of humor is beyond compare. With some of the things that escape her mouth, she has me rolling on the floor. Good grades, travel basketball, a nice bunch of friends, what more could a mother ask for? I don't mind spoiling my kids when they are doing well. They work and play hard.
Yesterday was my daughter's 11th birthday. We treated her to dinner at Olive Garden and took her gift to the restaurant. When her father told the waitress it was her birthday, my daughter's features turned to crimson. The waitress brought her a cake with a candle in it and asked if my daughter wanted her to sing to which she cringed and murmured a polite 'no thank you.'
After dinner we sat around the table and handed her the gift. She opened the box which had a padded envelope inside. She opened it and reached in. When she pulled out the box and saw the iPod Touch, her eyes widened and she reached over and gave me a hug. My eyes welled with tears as I tried to blink them back. Seeing the expression of pure joy and happiness on her face was truly all the thanks I needed. She sprang from the booth and embraced her father. I gave a quick glance at my husband as his eyes reddened. That suit of armor is not so tough!
At that moment, I became cognizant of one thing. No matter how old my daughter is, she will always be my baby.
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