Tuesday, April 18, 2017
A Little Chick Story
The very day I posted about my book I had a very very difficult conversation with the publisher which led to many tears on my part and an agreement to part ways. Things like this are so very hard for me and there is still a lot of hurt from the past year's experiences.
Needless to say it was just a hard day, my children rarely see me cry to that degree and I was so comforted in their sweet smiles, looks of empathy and understanding, I'm sorry's, hugs and little notes saying I love you, Mama. Oh, they did my heart good for sure.
Later that afternoon, Emily brought me this little story she wrote. It was a sweet blessing to me and I continue to re-read it for the encouragement it provides. I'm not going to correct punctuation in this case because I don't want to re-divide sentences/thoughts that she wrote.
Once upon a time there was a mother hen and that mother hen loved her three chicks. One named Emerily, one named Rashel and one named Sam. They loved their mother hen, she was the first thing they saw beaming down at them with proud eyes. Twelve, ten and nine years later, their mommy was laying lots of eggs. She decided she wanted to sell the eggs to a group called N* transportation. But that didn't work out too hot so she chose a group called God's hands. She left it to Him and all went well. They were a happy family and often did things together: they drew with feather pens, they went on walks around the barnyard, they played with Henry the turtle at the lake, but most of all they loved each other just like I love my mommy hen.
*N: abbreviated for public sharing
Note: in the midst of my phone call - they found a turtle in the road and brought him home to our porch for the day. He was later returned to our neighborhood lake. Years ago when we saw our first turtle in that lake, they named it Henry and now every turtle we see is the same.