It’s been said that writing is a lonely pursuit, and yet, in the end, it couldn’t be done without a lot of team effort. There’s a reason most books have a long list of people in the acknowledgments section at the back. Publishing a book is complicated. Writing the manuscript is the easy part. Okay, maybe not easy, per se, but enjoyable at least. I love writing the story, arranging the plot like pieces of a puzzle to reveal the finished picture. It’s challenging and time-consuming, but I enjoy it. Once that’s done, you might think I’m pretty much finished. And you would be wrong. Finishing the manuscript is only the first step in a very long process, and can only be accomplished with the help of many others along the way.
Recently my son joined the high school marching band even though he’s only in the eighth grade. This is a great (and challenging) opportunity for him as he hastens to learn the music and the steps everyone else learned a month ago. In one sense this is, of course, a promotion. He’s moving up from the middle school band to the high school band. But in another sense he’s moving down. He went from being first chair trumpet in middle school to playing secondary parts with the high school, and that’s an adjustment for him. He’s used to playing the melody. The harmony for “Phantom of the Opera” doesn’t sound nearly as glamorous as the melody. My son is learning what it’s like to play second fiddle… er, trumpet.
If there was such a thing as the “fairness police,” my children would be prime candidates for a place on the force. Every real and perceived injustice in this house is met with protests of, “It’s not fair!” They see to it that I am well aware of any inconsistencies in my parenting. “Hey, when I did that, you made me copy the fourth commandment! How come he doesn’t have to do that? No fair!” Any parent of multiple children probably knows exactly what I’m talking about. Kids seem to constantly have their radars on looking for unfairness. But I’ll let you in on a little secret. I am “unfair” in that I don’t treat my kids all the same.