If you have been reading my blog, you’ll know that I recently began a new job at an out-patient surgical center. At work, I am the new girl. We are all dressed in scrubs and everyone looks the same. You can’t tell the nurse from the techs from the anesthesiologist from even the doctor. (Yes – the other day there was this girl in scrubs leaning on the counter by us nurses – and someone addressed her as Dr. ____ . Oops!)
As the new girl I try to do my job while I stand back and work on memorizing everyone’s name. And as I work and stand a little off from everyone (‘cuz I’m the new girl) I find it interesting to listen to the friendly chit-chat that happens between co-workers. One nurse has a married daughter with two grandsons she adores. Another nurse has a daughter who rides and shows horses. One tech is a dad who sometimes leaves work early to pick up his kids from school. Just by listening, I am finding out that all these blue-scrub-clad medical workers are real people with real lives. I am getting to know them. I wonder what they think of me so far?
At the gym where my bff Clara and I go to, we encounter many of the same crowd of people every morning that we work out. At first they all looked the same to us, but as the weeks went by we got familiar with the ‘regulars.’ (Yeah – stay away from the creeper in the camo pants, and OMG – check out those girls lips! … she was looking real ducky that morning!) There is this one guy who we always nod a “hello” to and engage in occasional conversations. One day he said, “By the way my name is Mike.” We found out that Mike had a daughter and at least one grandson, and that Mike used to ride motorcycles. We’ve been getting to know Mike. Just a little. But enough to realize that we haven’t seen him in about a week. Hmm. Now that we know his name and have gotten to know him a little, we are a bit concerned with him being absent.
Today my book, Amanda, Perfectly Made, is ‘live’ – that means it is available for purchase. People are ordering my book and the Kindle users have ordered and are reading already.
Today, I am terrified. There’s not going to be any ‘getting to know you.’ My book is about me, as a mom, and the journey over the past 29 years. I’ve shared my thoughts, fears, anger, faith, successes and fails as a mother to Amanda and her sisters. I am scared that, as a reader, you might not like me.
I have a friend who read an earlier version of my book for me and commented, “You better be prepared for the backlash and criticism.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant, unless there will be readers who are going to harshly judge me as a mom to a handicapped daughter and the choices and decisions I made. I don’t know.
There is more to me then being Amanda’ s mom. I am a wife, and a friend, a neighbor, a daughter, a singer at my church, an actress when given a script, a nurse, a co-worker, and a child of God. I am doing the best I can. It is my heartfelt desire that my book will touch the people who need to hear my story. God tapped me on the shoulder to write it and led me through every tap on my keyboard.
People can be made generic by the clothes they wear – with everyone the same in blue scrubs or workout clothes. Underneath those clothes is a person with a name. We all have a story. We all have people we love and who love us. We all have talents and responsibilities that make us who we are.
Walk a mile in my shoes and please read Amanda, Perfectly Made.