TWIXT by Diane J. Reed...A Heartfelt Review
What an enchanting novel Twixt is, a treasure like the hidden fairy gifts that you will read about in Diane J. Reed's first book. Of course the author, who I am convinced is a Fairy Queen in disguise, provided me with the pivotal transformative moment from which grew this blog. But her book itself also was a gift to me in a myriad of ways.
We worry through pregnancy and then love them achingly inside and out when they are born. We count ten little fingers and ten little toes and plant a kiss on a perfect little nose and breathe relief in the cold hospital air. It is only much later that we have the shock that not all is as perfect as it seems on the outside. I remember my mother saying with grandmotherly pride, "Wait till the nursery teachers see her in those pigtails." The teachers saw her indeed; they recognized what I, blinded fiercely by love as a first-time mother, could not. How difficult it is to look at your beloved child and ignore the shadow of the ghost child behind them, the child that he or she could have been if not for the disorder or problem. Honestly, and ashamedly, I admit I struggled with this for a time when my daughter was first diagnosed. I learned the best thing I could do for her as her mom is to accept and understand her for who she truly is, good qualities and faults, as with any child. My daughter has SPD, but it doesn't define her; it just means her brain is wired differently. It is part of what makes her unique. She is gifted and curious, reads two grade levels above her own and writes stories, dances and sings "rock operas" (stories sung to music) around the house, loves to play with her friends, and cracks herself (and her parents) up to no end. Right now she has two gaps where she has lost teeth. One minute she will be fighting with her younger brother and the next she will be creating a game with him, like all siblings. Yes, she has her moments. She still has difficulty with transitions and is very strong-willed, but her persistence can serve her well as an adult. And with all of this, I would not change any of her qualities one bit, not even when she's being extremely difficult about something simple in our everyday routine. I am proud of my girl, who she is and the strides she has made. So when Rose finally made that connection with Crystal by entering and accepting the magical world of her child's mind, I both cried and cheered. Because, in my own way, I've been on that road she had to travel to get there.
Thank you Diane, for the magic that your words brought back to me. I will be ever grateful.