A Pleasurable Book Review

https://ellenbest24.wordpress.com/2016/03/21/a-pleasurable-book-review/#comments Such a treat to receive a positive review from across the pond. With a delightful picture of Ellen’s grand-baby, Ivy, ‘reading’ along. Thank you,Ellen Best.

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The lovely Kim Gosselin award winning author and member of the society of children’s book writers and illustrators,  sent across the great sea her newest book  ” Babies Of Two”. I was thrilled to be sent the book the signed first edition will have pride of place in my forever bookcase.
The art work is superb the illustrations  fit each page perfectly thanks to Alisa Belzil.
The story flows with wonderful fluidity in a poetic form that is clear and holds a childs attention beautifully. The book speaks with the voices of the unborn twins, a unique depiction of childbirth tastefully portrayed.
I gave the book to my daughter in law to test out on my granddaughter Ivy, it is with Ivy’s seal of approval that I say… A fab book that would be enjoyed by all who read it including potential sibling of twins and any other child who…

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Babies of Two Now in Labor

Babies of Two!  

Yes, it’s true, I’m a grandmother to twins.  Can you imagine?  Well, I did!  After fifteen years I’ve written my 17^th picture book  http://wp.me/p41md8-2tk.   Babies of Two is told from the perspective of adorable baby twins shortly before birth.  What do they see?  What do they do?  So much fun for me and you!

Take a new peek to read lyrical lines while delighting in waves of wonder illustrated by the talented Alisa Belzil.  A book from our hearts to yours filled with love and giggles, tears and wiggles.  For children and generations to share forevermore.

Babies of Two is available for pre-adoption on Kindle at Amazon.com with a due date of November 1^st.   A mirror image  printed in hard cover will be swaddled around the first of December.

Copyright 2015 by Kim Gosselin

 

Kaleidoscope of Miracles

Shadows of darkness surround me everywhere, yet they soothe my soul.

Not to worry.  I see everything, everywhere.  Up above, my mother’s heart so near.  Pink and dear.  It beats with love, do you hear?  Thump…thump, thump…thump. It’s comforting to me.

Take a breath.  Deep.  Deeper still.  Hold it now.  Close your eyes to imagine picture postcards of the unimaginable.  Trust me enough to view this kaleidoscope of miracles.

Tip-toe through sparkles of ocean sand.  Feel liquid warmth of foaming white trickling over toes…1 to 10.  That’s me!  Brush wispy flying hair away from sweet soft face.  Lift a coral conch shell aloft to your tender ear.  Quiet now.  Listen closely.  Slight waves are washing back and forth.  Shhhh… that’s what I hear.

Swooosh!  My tiny torso just flipped like a fish in the sea.  Swimming… such a small space inside for me.  My mother felt it.  My father could see!  A miniature foot kicking to the top of the roof!   Arms of slight floating every which way with hands of fragile fingers.  I touch clear walls.  Like jelly it feels…ohhh, so magical!

This is exactly the place for me to be.  Right now, here in this moment.  Far too early for precious lungs to fill with air on earth.  My mother prays.   She rests her head on goose down pillows while caressing gentle hands beneath a bulging belly.  Yes, that’s me, and more.  Wait you see…..

Look closely.  There she is, just below.  A mirror image of myself sleeping in a separate sac.  Ohhhh, eyes wide open looking back!!  Since the day of conception my sister has been here with me.  In the beginning she was a secret, until doctor’s discovered her.  Soon she’ll be shared with all the world.  But, for now she is mine alone and I am hers.  We are identical, yet different.  While I am swimming in the sea, she is taking a nap!

Look now through your kaleidoscope of miracles to see the unimaginable.

Didn’t I tell you?

Family

I’m cooking today.  Yes, it’s true.  Nothing like my Grandmother used to do, rising early to bake her home-made dark, Swedish rye bread.   She always wore a cotton dress, nylon stockings and “comfort” shoes, with a  freshly pressed flowered apron tied at her waist, and a big organza bow behind her back.

My Baby on Angel’s Wings

Children often have imaginary playmates. I suspect that half of them are really their guardian angels.”~ Quoted in The Angels’ Little Instruction Book, by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994

I didn’t know I was pregnant.  I lived with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.  My body released an average of only 1 to 3 eggs per year, making the odds of having a baby on my own highly unlikely.  My first baby was conceived with the help of fertility drugs together with a very patient doctor who lived in Michigan.  I wasn’t taking any fertility drugs.

That night, me and my husband sang our made-up song to our little guy.   We did every night before tucking him into his crib.  “It’s time for our boy to go night-night…night-night, my boy.”  A silly song really, but it was a bedtime tradition that he loved.  The three of us sang as we scampered down the hall, hand in hand.  We kissed our son’s rosy cheeks before quietly shutting the door behind us.

Crawling into my own bed, cramps gripped the core of my womb that night.  Turning to look at my husband in the shadows of the desert moon, I remember telling him it felt like, “labor.” Pressure led me to the bathroom while I held the small of my aching belly, no bigger than ever before.  My husband was asleep by then.  Feeling the cool of  Spanish clay tile under my bare feet, I saw imprints upon the floor when I sat down on a seat of porcelain white.  In seconds, what would have been my baby slipped out.  A small part of me, the size of the palm of my hand fell into my own.