The rain continues and the sky is more often grey.
The Seudre is full and flowing, at the end of our garden.
More and more puddles are appearing in the low lying parts of fields. That’s the gloom but…
My surprise arrived with the copy of my son’s new novel God of Thieves. The actual arrival of the book was no surprise as we had ordered it with the intention of giving it pride of place in the book cabinet.
It was when I opened the book that I uncovered my surprise. It had been dedicated to me.
To say I was touched is too simple, even glib. In fact, the words of the dedication resounded in my head triggering off an explosion of emotion and memories. It is true I have enjoyed discussing the characters with him enormously and I feel I know them all personally and there is a definite female thread running through the book, or should I say books as this is the first in a Trilogy.
As a mother your pleasure comes from giving without any thoughts of recompense.
The recompenses can be very private and hidden from view from the rest of the world. I talk of those boxes, you know the ones. The ones with the carefully folded papers now growing brittle with age that contain the school magazine with a five year old’s published poem or a card with that special writing. Not for the general public.
Here was a public acknowledgement as if it was being shouted to all the world. But thankfully it is hidden graciously, tucked delicately into the book only to be read by those who actually care.
This is Diavosh and I in October, relaxing before his final push to publish God of Thieves.
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