That title has nothing to do with anything. I started to type “up and down” because I’m on a bit of an emotional roller coaster, and that just came out instead. I was in that play my senior year of high school and saw that book behind the library counter last week. I feel like reading it.
I need to run again. It’s been almost a week, and I need a long talk with God. I got up to run at 5:45 this morning, put on one sock and realized it was pouring down rain. My tired, achy body thanked me for crawling back in bed, but blah. I tried to pray there but fell asleep in about 16 seconds.
Ever been on an emotional high for a bit and then sort of crashed? Of course you have. Moody person that I am, that kind of sums up my life. Like that “tell your story in six words” thing. Emotional High. Crash. Emotional High. Crash. Repeat.
So people have been saying nice things about me the past few days, and my books have been selling like hotcakes. I’ve asked God multiple times to keep me humble and focused on Him and to help me not get wrapped up in this temporary moment in the spotlight. To remember why I do what I do (Him!) and what really matters.
So, the book orders are down to a trickle, Boo Mama and Amanda have moved on to other great blog posts, and I had an appt. to chat with Bilbo about my latest book proposal last night at 9pm. Long story short, I got off the phone feeling like I’d crashed.
You want the whole story? Basically, my new book idea is another book for moms, but this one focuses on our tendency to compare and compete and criticize. Who’s a better mom? Who has cuter, smarter, more obedient kids? Who’s the best at being super woman? And on and on. Why we do it, why it’s harmful, how we can stop, and what our lives could look like without all that stuff.
So far so good. Except. Except that I’ve had this fruit of the Spirit idea running around in my head (and on paper) for a few months. It was originally going to go in Diapers then didn’t, so I was trying to make it fit here. It was a bit of a stretch.
I was kind of hoping Bilbo wouldn’t notice that, that he’d think I was brilliant. Yeah, well, he’s a little smarter than that (which is why I give him 15% of everything I own–ha! no, just royalties). He told me 2 things–1.) the whole fruit concept was “a stretch” and 2.) my annotated outline (brief summaries of each chapter) sounded “too bloggy.” In other words, I was just talking about myself and not making the reader feel like she was the one who was important, not giving her any take-away, just talking, talking, talking about myself.
All true. Very true. Just not fun to hear. Gabe asked if I wanted a second opinion. I said no, I have one. Mine. I agree with everything he said. So, back to the drawing board.
I would like to ask for your help if you have a minute. I have a pretty extensive list of all the things we moms have issues with–things we judge other moms for, things we compare to each other, things we’re competitive over, things that bother us. But I don’t want to leave anything out, and I’m also curious as to what moms struggle with most.
So, what’s your biggest hang-up? Wanting your kids to be smarter than hers? Wishing your body looked like hers? Judging her for the way her kids act in public? Wanting to host the best birthday parties? Criticizing her for feeding her kids junk food? Wanting the grandparents to love your kids best?
I don’t know. I’m just talking off the top of my head. Got anything for me? If you do, I’d love your comments. Or you can message me if it’s too personal.
And could you pray that I’ll truly listen to God and what He wants me to put in this book, that the ideas will come together and that they’ll be more His than mine?
Thank you so much, friends. Love you.
EDIT: Ava and Nina are watching Parent Trap, or as Nina calls it, “Parent Crap.” Sounds like a perfect title for this new book. My kids are so inspiring.