Fall’s coolness chills the air as the sun sets, fancying the sky with stunning jewelry. I barely notice.
My ponytail is loosened, my shirt is stained, and my eyes, are tired.
I hold six-month-old Chloe on my hip. Her pudgy fingers splayed on my shoulder, her pink-tinged cheeks delicious.
I don’t know enough to breathe this in.
Instead, I zoom in on Chloe throwing her pacifier into the sand as Kayli calls from an “Up High” bridge or slide or climber – I can’t remember which.
What I do remember is that she was stuck and panicked, and I mirrored the feeling.
The rest of the park was smudged, faded, silenced. I only heard both girls’ cries and I only saw them needing me, and not knowing how to help them.
What I also remember is that another mother, with shiny hair and a coordinated outfit and non-crying children, stepped into my tightly wound view, and scooped me into a better place.
She saved the pacifier from the sand, poured water over it, and slipped it into Chloe’s indignantly pursed mouth. Her tear-stained cheeks grateful, my blazing ears the same.
Before thank yous could play on my lips, this other mother was across the park, arms raised, scooping up the third piece of my puzzle.
Because that’s what we mothers do, isn’t it? We flex and fix and help people in the best ways that we know how.
Five years later, I now know how to gift the graces of a pacifier retrieved and an “Up High” lowered.
But when people are sick, when tragedy strikes, I spin back to that helpless place, not knowing how to Help.
When I read that Susan Niebur lost her fight against Inflammatory Breast Cancer, I stilled at my computer, my family happening in my background.
My husband, who is not above “Which Mommy are we talking about?” jokes when I speak of the bloggers that touch my heart everyday, knew to kiss my own tear-stained cheek and whisper, “I’m so sorry.”
Deep within each of us, tightly wrapped and wound and zoomed, is our very own spark. What we can give, when a washing and placing and scooping aren’t enough.
So they partnered with Booktrope Publishing and gathered eleven authors from around the world- Gordon Bonnet, Galit Breen, F. Jo Bruce, Derek Flynn, Jesse James Freeman, Laura Kilmartin, Marni Mann, Karla J. Nellenbach, Terry Persun, Laura Tiberio, and Laura Zera - and whispered, Use your words for good.
I’m proud to announce that shoulder-to-shoulder we did, indeed, use our words to create Write for the Fight, A Collection of Seasonal Essays.
Write for the Fight is published by Booktrope Publishing, all writer royalties will be donated to charities benefiting the fight against breast cancer.
Using our words, to help.
- What do you miss about being five years old?
- What would you tell your twenty year old self?
- What, at this point in your life, do you want, wish and dream of for your life going forward?
- What would you want said about you on your 80th birthday?
The writing was challenging, the result is breath-taking.
We’re thrilled to partner with Barnes and Noble Nook exclusively for one month. After that, Write For the Fight will be available in any eBook device or paperback.
We’ve all tasted cancer’s unwanted kiss one way or another.
Because of that, as a Mother, a Daughter, a Niece, and a Friend- I’m over the moon to Write for the Fight.
And your support, means the world to me.
Word of mouth is the absolute best thing that can happen for a book. Please help get the word out about Write for the Fight.
The more books we sell, the more money we can raise, and the more we can Help.