I thought that magical time would just land in my lap and I'd have glorious and memorable adventures with my kids. It wasn't going to happen. I had to make it happen.
I'm about as creative as a turtle. I thought my brother-in-law would do creative stuff with my kids. But I learned that I could do it. Then I did it. Now I've done it.
I knew I could do this. I could have done this myself. I could have written books, wrote songs, and filmed a movie. But I wasn't actually doing it WITH my kids. Now I did.
On March 3, 2014, I sat down on the big red chair in the living room with my 8-year-old son. We had just finished a not-all-that-great children's book. "We can do better," I said. My son gave me a challenging look. April 1, 2014, and we had a book on Amazon.
Granted, the book didn't win any awards, but once you know WHY we wrote the book, nothing else matters.
That was like when you walk on carpet and then touch the metal hand railing. A little shocking, but you remember you're alive.
You should get an email in your inbox in a few minutes that you'll need to confirm that I'm not an evil spammer and all that.