Though I’ve had the opportunity to speak many times in the last twenty years, on most of my trips, I travel alone. My kids know what I do, but only from afar; random conversations; many suppositions; but, this past Friday, my oldest was out of school. So, I took him with me.
It was fun to travel with him when it was just the two of us! We speak a loving language of sarcasm. He’s a book geek like myself (though he tries to hide it). And fun was on tap. There’s always a different dynamic when all six (of us) are together – that is, his three brothers and my husband, which made it special in a different way. This time, he got to see what I do.
He helped set up my vendor table and arranged my books quite nicely. He watched me talk to customers and saw me make sales; but, my favorite part, is that he got to see me do things that I love the most: speaking; writing; sharing – and it made much more sense to him, our previous conversations, that is. And the best part? He was proud!
So, here’s my six-word memoir that continues to resonate in my heart:
Firstborn gets to see mommy speak.
The end result? #priceless
It’s a weekend I’ll never forget… #sigh