June 14, 2009)
“I heard about a contest where one of my stories, about my Daddy, could maybe be published in a book,” I continued.
“Do you think I should send them a story?”
Betty looked at me, interested.
“Yes, you should,” she nodded.
“Oh …” I said, with a slightly exaggerated pensive tone, spotting a life lesson in the making. “I don’t know about that. What if they don’t like it?”
“You’ll never know until you try, Mommy.”
“But what if my story isn’t any good?” I said, frowning.
“Then you just do your best and keep trying until it is.”