My old study is becoming my 16-year-old daughter’s bedroom, so I’ve been trying to “When in doubt, throw it out!”
But while going through my books, there was one book I held in my hands for a full thirty seconds before throwing it onto the give-away pile.
Let me explain.
Exactly ten years ago this week my first book, Expecting Miracles, was released.
I have never felt so inspired about anything as I did when I was writing Expecting Miracles. And as soon as I turned it into my publisher 13 years ago, I was on a mission to get it into the hands of as many expectant mothers as possible.
That summer I was in a bookstore in my husband’s hometown of Kingston, Ontario and I came across a bright yellow paperback called “Pump Up Your Book Sales!”
Ah ha! Just the book I needed!
It was a Godsend, full of great marketing ideas to spread the news about my book.
And among its many tips, there was a suggestion to start a website.
At that point, I didn’t even have an email account. I didn’t even know how to look up a site on the internet.
But I decided to give it a try. I spent six months working on the content for a website about Judaism and pregnancy, and then I hired a guy named Ezra to teach me the basics of setting up a really simple website.
And then, thirteen years ago, JewishPregnancy.org was born. Which expanded a few years ago into JewishMOM.com.
B”H, today JewishMOM.com receives close to 100,000 visits from JewishMOMs a month. It’s also one of the main sources of joy and fulfillment in my life.
And it all started with that bright yellow paperback I found in Kingston, Ontario one summer thirteen years ago.
So even though in some ways this book is the most precious one in my entire library, I knew I didn’t need it any more. “When in doubt, throw it out”…
Over the last few days, friends have been coming by to take books. And we brought a bunch to a friend with a bookstore-cafe. But the rest, about 70 books, we put out on the street yesterday to be taken by passersby.
And the funny thing was, when I left my house at 8 AM this morning, there was only one book left.
The most precious book in the entire pile had been considered worthless by hundreds of passersby.
This morning, I read a moving story in Family First Magazine about the disappointing reactions one mother received when she announced her tenth pregnancy to her family members.. This story, entitled “Ten Miracles,” was told to Estee Rabinovicz:
The reactions [from our parents] threw me for a loop. Some display of happiness would have been appropriate, I had thought. Instead, when I said, “Guess what? We have good news to give you!” One of them actually slipped, and blurted out, “Oh no!”
I didn’t make that up.
I won’t repeat what the other one said…
My husband’s siblings were gracious enough. They politely wished us b’shaah tova and waited until we were out of earshot before they reacted. My own siblings were less inhibited. One expressed shock, one heartfelt concern, one scorn, and the other burst out laughing and told me to start looking into purchasing a school bus. The only one who was genuinely happy for me was my dear, dear baby sister, whose own [six-year] journey toward motherhood was so difficult.
Before I left [my sister’s] magnificent [bris] yesterday, I went to wish her mazal tov once more. Her words will forever stay with me…
She took a deep breath, and with tears in her eyes said the most magical words I ever heard.
“You two are my heroes…every baby is a miracle, whether your first or your tenth. The fact that Hashem blessed you with ten miracles is a greater reason to thank Him, not less. You’ll be winning the lottery for the tenth time. No one would dare mock that, would they?”
I walked out, swaddled in the warmth of her words. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to point out what you already knew.
Let the gossip continue. I have work to do at home. Lots of it.