I sometimes get very caught up in emotions with my writing and my books. I'm thrilled when someone writes me an email and tells me she likes my book and I'm sad when I get a two-star rating at Goodreads. I work hard trying to figure out how to market my books while squeezing in time to write new ones. It's quite a balancing act on all counts.
Today, though, I was reminded of what truly matters and brings me the most profound joy besides the gospel: my family. My youngest son (who is 3) was playing a game that his older sister received for her birthday. You hook it into the TV. It's similar to Wii games, except for young kids. For this particular game, he had to recognize shapes and then touch the corresponding shape on a mat. I showed him how to touch the shapes so he'd know how to play the game. I then watched him and was completely amazed that he correctly identified shapes over and over again. He won the game several times and clapped his hands. I jumped up and down. Seeing him understand that game gave me such joy. I'm so thankful to see him learn and grow. I know that no matter what, Heavenly Father will bless him to do exactly what he needs to do despite what doctors may say. I'm so grateful for all of my kids and my wonderful husband.
For me, it was a reminder that while my writing is imporant to me, my family is more important.