Okay, so I don’t ask for much in this relationship (you and me). In fact, nothing. Selfless, I know. However, that’s all about to change. Today it’s all about me. The only child. I need a little help from you parent(y), teacher(y), great-with-kids(y) types. Some advice. Thanks. No pressure but you better come up with something good.
Or I’m breaking up with you.
I’m like that.
Once Upon a Time…
Tomorrow, the professional speaker is reading his new children’s book to a couple of hundred five to seven year-olds at St. Michael’s Grammar School here in the thriving metropolis of Melbourne. Hey, why am I speaking in the third person?
Yes, why is he?
Anyway, I’m a little nervous. Didn’t expect to be, but I am. Weird. Speaking to auditoriums full of grown-ups? Fine. Talking on the telly? Fine. Radio? Fine. Working in prisons? Fine. Working with elite athletes? Fine. Writing for a large audience? Fine. Reading “The Angry Ant” to a room full of kids who could get bored, disinterested or confused at any moment? Not fine.
Pathetic, I know.
So, tomorrow is the first public ‘test-drive’ for my debut not-for-grown-ups book. Ironically, it’s been read by a dozen (or so) grown-ups who claim to like it but then, you and I both know that grown-ups often fib when it comes to giving feedback.
“No Craig, it doesn’t suck at all.”
Not only am I not a parent (almost positive on that) but being an only-child, I didn’t grow up in a house with other kids. Obviously. And despite having presented to well over a thousand audiences, I’ve never once spoken to a room full of five to seven year-olds. My ‘L’ plates are firmly in place. Good grief.
Okay, it’s your turn to teach me something. No pressure.
Let’s hear the gold.