A couple of weeks ago the doorbell rang at our house and as I walked towards the door my heart started beating faster.
You see, every day for what feels like forever I’ve been watching for our book to get here. THE book. The one that I worked on for a whole year and that I had yet to hold in my hands.
I knew it was coming and the anticipation was driving me crazy! (Side note…I’ve decided that when you are waiting for something as important to you as your very first book, there should be no other deliveries made to your house until it is in your hands because it was like a cruel joke each time I saw a box waiting on the doorstep only to realize that it wasn’t the RIGHT box! Sheesh!)
But then, one evening as I was preparing dinner, I heard the doorbell ring. Now, this presented a little bit of a dilemma.
Only minutes before I had gone to shake up a plastic container of marinating chicken only to realize that I hadn’t secured the lid properly which thereby allowed marinade mixed with raw chicken juice to splatter all over me.
So, there I was hearing the doorbell ringing and thinking, “this can’t be the moment.” I mean, it wouldn’t come when I’m wearing grubby clothes covered in raw chicken marinade and scrambling to get dinner ready for my family.
To be honest, I don’t really know how I thought the stage should be set for THE moment (was I supposed to be wearing a ball gown and a tiara???) but I was pretty sure that this wasn’t it.
I walked to the door and as I glanced through the window I could see the delivery man standing there waiting for a signature. And I knew…I knew that this was it. This was going to be the moment I would remember forever. The moment I held my book in my hands for the first time….and I was going to be covered in dried up marinade.
But after I jumped up and down with excitement and scared the UPS guy with my shrieking and shakily opened the box and slid the stack of books out and held them in my hands and squealed and cried tears of joy and my family came running to see what was happening, I realized that this really was the absolute perfect moment.
Because it was reality.
And reality is always, always better. Because, let’s face it, my reality filled moment provided me with a much better memory than if I had been wearing a ball gown and tiara. And it gave me a much better story to share with you here.
Reality keeps us humble, it gives us perspective.
And speaking of perspective…
As my son flipped through the pages of the book my heart leaped with joy because I was quite sure that he was feeling overcome with pride in what his mom had accomplished.
He looked at me and said, “This is really cool Mom!”
And just as I found myself beaming at him he followed that up with, “So, what’s for dinner?”
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