Oh I burst into tears (at a certain point) and began to sob so loudly.
Since at first I figured I knew what this book was all about.
But then, with a start I remembered how Jamie Lee Curtis wasn't able to have her own biological children.
THIS MAGNIFICENT STORY FILLS SUCH A LONGING WITHIN ME
Not that I personally haven't been able to bear a child. I did. At 43, and just about everything about that was easy for my husband and me.
But I'm still crying, as I write this review. Because my heart goes out big-big-big to my sisters who have fought so hard, through fertility treatments and living in suspense over the possibility of adoption, or after agreeing (when grandmother age) to mother the children of the drug-addicted biological mom, etc.
(And yes, I personally know real-life women who managed to attain motherhood by these difficult paths, and many others.)
On top of all these motherly women have suffered -- and not ever offset by all that they gained after somehow becoming parents -- never had I thought about this before:
So many beautiful stories these true mothers have never had a chance to tell. Before this book.
YOU TOLD THIS STORY ON BEHALF OF SO MANY WOMEN, JAMIE LEE.
Thank you so much.
And thanks too for the lighthearted tone and the joyful watercolor-style illustrations. As for me, I'm still heaving a little and blowing my nose and wiping hot tears from my cheeks.
THERE IS SO MUCH PAIN IN THIS WORLD
Kindness and compassion can ease our way. Being human can mean helping one another.
So yes, thank you so much, Jamie and Laura.
Through this one little picture book, who knows how many hearts have been made more whole?