Proud Moments of Parenting in a Nutshell
Or on a bookshelf
I bought my daughter, Luna*, her first journal today.
Oh! How my heart sang with glee!
She’d been bugging me to take her to the school bookfair since last week, and today I just happened to have my wallet with me at pick-up.
While she fought the crowd in the tiny make-shift book store hunting for the perfect book for her seven-year-old self, I also started to browse.
I spotted a book called “I Am Love: A Book of Compassion” by Susan Verde.
What a magnificent and grounding book for children (and humans, period) in today’s unhinged world.
If I were someone like, say, Oprah, you all would have a copy in the mail on the way already.
Spotting that book today was too coincidental to not mean more. With (relentless) weekly therapy sessions pummeling my soul to a pulp, I so needed a quick pick-me-up today — even if it was from a children’s book.
I am a little embarrassed to say I didn’t buy it because it was $14.99. I’m pretty sure I can find it cheaper on Amazon. But that’s beside the point. As my thirty-seven-year-old eyeballs read through each page and paused to…
