So this morning, I had to do three radio interviews for Smitten. By the way, if I haven't already said so, you can enter to win some great prizes from Thomas Nelson if you visit SmittenVermont.com -- you can also read about the town and get some wonderful recipes.
So on the third interview, the publicist's patch system didn't work, so Colleen didn't get on the interview and it was just me. The guy was fabulous though. Ken Johannessen from Newstalk KPQ in Spokane, Washington.
Anyhoo, I finish my interview and the kids are all home for late start and Seth goes, "Mom, no offense, but your book sounds terrible. I mean, who wants to read about relationships and stuff?"
No offense? Really? No offense, but you suck?? Clearly, my kids have not been given the gift of encouragement, and that is wrong. I'm encouraging. Didn't I believe in your guitar abilities when you clearly had no musical talent whatsoever? I did. I kept paying for lessons until you came to the conclusion on your own.
Didn't I sit in the soccer bleachers while you played with the leaves on the field and danced? I did. So how exactly did this come to pass that my son would feel the need to encourage -- or not -- in this manner?
