So my kids, knowing me as well as they do, decided they wanted to buy me a book for Mother’s Day. Rather than having them guess blindly what I wanted and didn’t already own we took a trip to Target to go book shopping. Don’t judge, our closest bookstore is B&N and it’s a good 25 minutes or more drive.

Anyway, I digress. So we’re looking at books and child the younger (who is 6) wanders around a bit then looks at me and says, “Mommy, what’s the name of the book you made?”

“Possession,” I say and wait for him to ask what that means. Instead he says, “Oh,” and continues to wander.

After a little longer he comes back up to me and says, “Mommy, what’s your book look like?”

That’s when I realized he’d been roaming looking for the book I’d written on the shelves. So I had to explain that mommy’s book isn’t published so he won’t be able to find it. He was horribly disappointed. And then my husband said, “Not yet. Mommy’s book isn’t published yet. You’ll see it one day.” (I knew there was a reason I loved him.)

As a side note, one of the books I picked up was Stephen King’s most recent short story collection. The first story is about a father and son who kill the mom. Irony at its best.

Happy Mother’s Day everyone. Hope its as great as my day before has been.