This Book? It's Me and My Three Kids—For Real.
I didn't hire an illustrator. I didn't work with a professional writer. I sat at my kitchen table, picked up colored pencils, and drew what my kids had been trying to tell me all along.
Because when your own children are asking questions you don't know how to answer, you don't wait for someone else to write that book. You create it yourself.
Every character in this book is real. Every conversation happened. Every illustration was drawn by my hands—a mom who couldn't always play but could always love.
My three kids talked about what it was like watching their mama struggle. They told me what confused them, what scared them, what they wished they could do to help.
And I listened. Really listened. Then I put it all into a story we could read together—a story where we're the heroes, hip pain and all.
This isn't a generic children's book about pain. This is OUR story. And it might just be yours too.
Because every mom dealing with hip pain has sat on that floor, felt that guilt, seen that confusion in their child's eyes. You're not alone in this—and now, neither are your kids.
