June 28th saw the release of the first story in The Bellamy Legacy series. As happy as I was, it was also a little scary…like sending my first born to school, with no older sibling to show her the way in a confusing new place. That was not easy for this mama because never had she ever been apart from me for that long.
For a few days, she allowed me to drive her to school. Then she announced she would ride the bus. I waited with her at the end of the drive before I ran back to the car and followed the bus to school. I thought she wouldn’t see. She did.
The next day she told me I was not to follow the bus because she was a big girl. Again, I waited with her at the end of the drive and watched as she climbed those steps and disappeared from my sight.
That afternoon, she said I was also not to walk with her or wait for the bus because she was a big girl. For the rest of the school year, I sat on my kitchen counter, bare feet in the sink, so I could see out the window until my tiny child was aboard that big, yellow bus.
I survived. She thrived.
Remind me to tell you about the day she changed her name. My characters do that to me, too!
Like a mama, all an author really wants, is for their creation to thrive and be appreciated by the world around them.
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