My Nurturer is a Best-Selling Author

The Nurture Method hits #1

Hey friends!

I had some HUGE news to celebrate last week! The Nurture Method hit #1 on the Barnes & Noble best seller list!!! I talked to my oldest daughter shortly after I found out. Well, she surprised me again by writing about it. Without further ado here’s Emmy’s newsletter.

xx-Heather

My Nurturer is a Best-Selling Author

Brrriinnnnggg, brrriinggg, brrriiinggg- the old-fashioned telephone ringtone belts out of my phone beside my head. I look at my hatch clock, 10:15 a.m. Crap, I slept through my alarm, luckily I don’t have anything scheduled today. I roll over, swallowing my guilt. Brrinnggggg. My phone alerts me again. Momma’s calling.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Have you looked at the group chat?” she asks with a tentative chuckle.

“No, not yet. Give me a sec.” I put her on speaker and open our family group chat- The whole famdamily- consisting of myself, parents, siblings (Ben and Kate), and Ben’s wife, Kaitlin. “Oh cool Kaitlin sent the film photos from the beach” I say rubbing my eyes.

“Uh huh,” Momma says giggling.

“Wait,” I say, scrolling down further. “Best Selling Author? In multiple categories!!” I shriek now, jumping out of bed and earning a disgruntled huff from Georgie, who now is covered by the blankets I tossed aside.

“I know!!!” shrieks Momma back a little breathless.

“Ahhhhh!!!!! No way!!” I shout as I turn on my lamp and take a swig from my Owala water bottle. “Hang on, wait, let me open the attachment you sent!!” I gather myself a bit, grab my big green claw clip from my bathroom, and put my hair up so I can focus.

Walking into my living room I plop down in the remnants of my POTS nest from yesterday and open the attachment. “Holy shit,” I say more to myself as I scroll through. “Number 1 in Parenting, Number 2 in three different business categories- only second to Mel Robbins! This is unbelievable!!!” I say to her.

“I know!” Momma giggle-shouts back.

“Mom, this is the Barnes and Noble report!! Holy shit! Just holy shit!” I shout again and am jumping up around my living room. “That’s so much harder to do than freaking Amazon!!” I say. Now Georgie has joined me in jumping out of solidarity. “You fucking did it!!! I knew you could!!” I say breathlessly through my own giggle-shouts.

Momma laughs and I can tell she’s starting to get bashful as her laugh trails off. We are having none of that today. “Own it Momma. This is fucking awesome. You did this all by yourself. The harder way without Amazon’s bullshit and your own way.” I say sternly in the tone we have dubbed daughtering.

“I just can’t believe it,” she says.

“You should be so proud of yourself! I’m so fucking proud of you, but you should be so proud of you,” I respond.

“Actually I am,” Momma says. Good, I think to myself. I know how hard that was for her to say. “Daddy must be on a call, because I tried calling him, but he didn’t pick up. So you’re the first one I’ve called.” she says.

I giggle feeling special. “He’s got to be on a call. He’s going to be so pumped!” I say, still on speakerphone as I walk through my house opening curtains and dodging the clutter from my packing/unpacking mess of a front room.

“Wait, hang on Em, I’m ordering a pup cup for Nugget and myself a matcha,” she says.

“Naturally,” I respond laughing. This is just the best news. I know it’s her book, her work, her drive, her talent, but I feel this win in my bones.

I witnessed and lived the mornings where she’s up at 3:00 a.m. working, drives us to morning practices, making lunches for whoever didn’t have to be at school early, then to do another round of school drop off all before 7:15 a.m. Ben, Kate, and I learning to walk quietly into the house if it was before 6:00 p.m. because Momma might be on a call- only to hear the “Helloooo, how was your day?” as soon as she hung up (even if she only had 2 minutes till her next call).

My Momma, who I watched learn to accept and finally love (albeit quietly, but that’s her style) her sparkle and power.

My Nurturer, who said “Wait, why is no one talking about this?” and DID SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

To the badass woman who raised me- thank you for letting me see you and your story. I and all who read your witty words of wisdom are better off for it.

Be true to you Momma.