Wednesday, March 9, 2011
My Little Author
Kenna's book for the Young Author's conference shipped.
Watching the UPS tracker, her book slowly traveled from Massachusetts to Rhode Island, and had been sitting in New Jersey for an entire day. The March 17th arrival date dragged its feet.
Logging in for our week-long ritual check of the UPS tracker, I took a double take when I read "Out for Delivery" at 8:05 this morning!
Upon hearing this, Kenna briefly danced around the room. My Mama heart mirrored her little dance. Quickly, she drags a chair to the window to wait. I silently hope the UPS tracker site was accurate.
Within fifteen minutes the big, brown truck pulls up beside our mailbox. Kenna, leaping from her chair, barely touches the ground as she grabs the door, opens it, and watches the driver slowly walk to the door. He hands her the brown cardboard package, and her celebration dance begins again. The driver chuckles as he walks back to his truck.
In between twirls, she begs, "Can I open it?, Can I?, Can I?" Trying to catch every move of this young author's first printed story on the camera, I persuade her to close her eyes while I cut open the box.
Placing the opened box in front of her, I grab the camera just as she lifts the cardboard flaps. She cradles her book like a fragile baby. She gleams as she studies its hot pink cover, and slowly reads her name on the cover. "I love it," she repeats. She looks at her own drawings and carefully selected words throughout the book. She gasps when she sees the "About the Author" on the back cover. Her picture along with a summary of her hobbies, grade, and how she was inspired to write a book like Cynthia Rylant.
Posted by Michelle at 7:50 PM