The suspense is killing me, waiting for my little book to be born to the world. It feels like that you know, as if a child were ready to be born. I don’t know this to be entirely true as I adopted my two sons from Russia, so no birthing experience to rely on.
I would say that the 9 months it took me to go from not being a dad to being a dad of two boys of ages 6 and 8 was a bit of surprise. I knew they were real, I saw their picture but it didn’t hit me until I saw them in person in the Director’s office where we waited to see them. The office was small, cramped, the chairs and desk looked aged along with the room itself.
Though when I saw my boys it really kicked in that I was a dad and so the shock followed. I got over the shock. Now, I wait for my book to be born, for it to arrive but it’s not happened yet. I know it’s real, I’ve touched its pages, seen the words but it has yet to transition to a real book ready for someone else to read. When that happens I’ll realize I’m an author, a daddy of my very first book and so the shock will follow. I’ll get over the shock and see my little book grow up and go on its own to join all the other big books.
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