So it all seems very dejavu, but, here's the deal. I felt compelled, after being inspired by a child I knew about who saw spirits and was truly bothered by it. The text to this (what I hope will be), "picture" book for young children and their parents pretty much wrote itself. Now I need a good illustrator who can turn it into something special, and a publisher, and I suppose probably an agent. I've submitted it to a lot of places and I've written to a lot of agents. So far, it is seen as having probably too narrow of a market. What little they know. LOTS of kids see spirits...we just tell them they don't.
Pending my 10 minutes of fame, I want to make the text available to parents and children. Parents, so they have some tools and creative approaches to assisting and empowering young kids, and for kids, for the same reason. I know this is an issue that exists. People write to me and ask me about it.
Here is the text. Imagine each separated section with its own illustration.
Really Real. For Honest and True by Cherrie Ward
“MOMMY!!!! DADDY!!!!
COME QUICK!!! THERE IS A MONSTER
IN MY ROOM!!!!!”
Bleary-eyed, Mommy and Daddy stumbled into Jacob’s
room. This was happening every
night…sometimes more than once…sometimes more than twice. Jacob couldn’t sleep. He was only five, and at this rate, it would
take forever to reach six.
“Jacob”, said Daddy, “I don’t see anything. Where’s the monster”? Jacob looked ashamed, but still, very, VERY
frightened. “I don’t know,” he
whispered, “I guess it’s gone”.
“Well,” said Daddy, “that sure is a shame. I’ve ALWAYS wanted to meet a monster. I’ve never seen one before”.
“I see them all the time.”
Said Jacob. “Ghosts too”. “And,” he lowered his head and spoke softly,
“I know you told me that Grandma Eva died, and went to a better place, but,
well, sometimes I see her too, and she talks to me in my room”.
“Really?” said Mommy “That’s amazing! How very lucky you are. Sometimes, I think I feel her near me when I
miss her the very most, but I’ve never actually seen her. You are a very special boy, Jacob. You can see what others can only just imagine”.
Jacob’s mom and dad turned on his rocket ship night-light
and both climbed into his little bed with him and snuggled him into his
covers. “You know,” said his mom “I
don’t really know if monsters and ghosts are really real for honest and true,
but we believe you.”
“And, if Grandma Eva visits you, and that makes you feel
Christmas and birthday happy, then I think that’s just first-spring-flower-dandy.”
“I would suppose,
that if ghosts and monsters were really real, for honest and true, and they
were of a kind that were bothersome and bully-ish like that kid that steals
lunch money,
they would be made of wispy steam like the kind in the
bathroom after your shower,
or fluffy like the fog we drive through in the mountains.
If monsters and ghosts, of the icky-in-your-tummy kind were
real, I bet they aren’t solid and strong like you are. In fact, I bet that the next time you see
one, and if it is the lima-bean-in-your-mouth sort, you could make it leave.”
“No Way!” said Jacob.
“No way, no how”. He shook his
head back and forth so hard it made his eyes feel wobbly in their sockets. “Yes Way,” said Dad “Yes way and here’s
how.”
“Jacob, you are solid and the realest of real, most honest
and true. You are stronger than wispy
steam and fluffy fog even if they are the smoke-detector-noisiest kind.
The next time you see a ghost or monster of the
dog-poop-on-your-sneaker variety, just puff your chest out, and say in your
Superman-er-ish voice…
‘I am Jacob. I’m the
boss of my room. I command you to take
your wispy, fluffy, ant-in-my-ice-cream self out of here and never, ever, in
your long-legged life return! Rude fluff
and mean wisps are not allowed in my house!’”
“If you say that”, said Daddy, “ghosts and monsters will have to leave”.
“They will?” said
Jacob. “Yup,” said Dad “it’s pretty much
a rule. They gotta go.” “But what if they don’t?” Said Jacob.
“Well,” said Mommy “If Grandma Eva is visiting your room, you could ask
her to make them leave.
“Also, as they leave, send them a blessing. Try something like ‘You are loved as much as
little kids love puppies’. For truly
Jacob, what makes one mean and bothersome is to not feel loved. It helps them to make a choice. A choice to feel the love that is waiting for
them, or to keep feeling woken-up-too-early crabby.”
“But what if they STILL won’t leave?” asked Jacob. “Well then”, said Daddy, “you just call us
like you did tonight and we will always come to help you feel better, and kiss
away your fear.”
“We really think you can do it though, Jacob. Really real.
For honest and true. We love you
like sleeping late on weekends. Good
night and have dreams as fun as Saturday cartoons, as sweet as cotton candy at
the fair, and as peaceful as a nap in the backyard swing.”
“Goodnight” said Jacob.
“I’ll try” said Jacob “I love you too”
said Jacob “I love you like a
rock in my pocket, like a big mouthful of bubble gum, like candy before
dinner”.
About the Author:
Cherrie Ward wrote Really Real for Honest and True to
empower children who struggle with night terrors and are afraid of the
dark. She also intended it as a tool for
parents. Her desire is to give parents
additional tools for dealing with a fearful child that don’t include such statements
as “There’s nothing there, go back to sleep”.
Cherrie has some psychic gifts and understands what it’s like to see,
feel and sense things that not everyone else does. Even if you don’t believe in “ghosts”, the
approach in the book empowers children and validates their experiences as real
for them.
Cherrie lives in Northeastern Oregon.
She has a bachelor’s degree from Eastern Oregon University, a master’s
degree in social work from Portland State University, is an ordained minister,
received an honorary doctorate in divinity and is a certified Reiki Master
Teacher. She is married with one grown
son, who used to be afraid of the dark like she was, and often asked if things
were “really real, for honest and true”.
You may e-mail the author at wardc@eoni.com
and visit her webpage at www.eoni.com/~wardc
I have no idea if the book I show below is any good or not. I've never read it. I came upon it "by accident" (as if there IS such a thing) when I was trying to find an image on Google to go with this post. Might be useful.





























