People often ask me: How did you come up with the idea for your book, When the Wind Blows?
When my oldest son, Jack, was two years old, we went out to get some milk and bread. It was a bright, sunny day when we left, but as we headed back home, a storm came in. The wind blew, and blew. When his stroller lifted off the side walk, I knew this was no ordinary storm! As his mom, all I could think about was getting him home safely, but Jack loved the whole thing. While I bent my head down and pushed the stroller toward home, Jack squealed: “Mommy, mommy, look!” as the wind whipped up the world around him. Signs shook so hard they looked like they’d fall off the post, the awnings billowed and snapped, puddles shimmered. His excitement was contagious! Soon, I too had that wide-eyed wonder about the wind. I found myself laughing and skipping home, and loving every minute of it.
When we got home, I wrote down all the things we noticed. And then from there, I began to fill it out and develop the rhyme. That’s how the first draft was born.
Later, I discovered these words by my favorite poet, Mary Oliver.
Here are her ““Instructions for living a life”:
Tell about it.”
Be a part of the weather (if it’s not too crazy). What happens when the winds blows? When the snows falls? When the rains plop down? Get out there and get your nose in it. Be amazed, and tell me about it!
PS: That two year old boy is now 16!