Mum and Me: Book Three in the Sleep Sweet Series
About this ebook
Especially when mum is there to hug away all troubles.
Book three in the Sleep Sweet Series is a wholesome picture story book about the comforting bond between a parent and child, and the positive spin that imagination can lend to any situation.
This feel good bedtime story follows Titch’s journey to acceptance of loss.
Even a small loss can feel overwhelming sometimes, but with the help of Mum’s comfort, calming words and positive thinking, Titch is able to feel hope and gratitude for what she has.
This book is a soothing read for children in need of sweet dreams. It would also make the perfect gift to the mums we are so grateful for.
Author Interview:
Q. Why did you write the Sleep Sweet Series?
As a teacher, I liked the idea of simple, fun stories that could engage readers from babies right up to adults.
As an aunty, I liked the idea of easy, short reads to create a positive bedtime tone.
As a friend and daughter, I loved the idea of books with symbolic messages that could suit as gifts to express gratitude or hope and support for others.
And lastly, as a person who ranges from over-the-top stressed about the state of the world, to way too daydreamy to even see all the problems … I needed a way to highlight all of the joy that gets us through.
Q. What can readers expect from the Sleep Sweet Series?
Family time, relaxation, and a positive way to help a child to feel calm or sleepy. Or a meaningful gift with a significant message for adults too.
These books explore themes of friendship, kindness, gratitude, fun and seeing the positives in the world and people around us.
Q. What do you want readers to know about the Sleep Sweet Series?
There is a gift inside each story, for when you need to relax and want someone else to do the reading.
About the author
Funnily enough, I was not always a natural writer let alone author. I was terrible at maths, and was such a dunce with reading and writing that I had to do special programs (I stayed down in PREP!) to help my five year old self catch up.
My sister made sure I knew the funny little shapes that made up the letters to my name, but I was otherwise the child who stared out the window, coloured the pictures rather than solving the activity sheet problems, and asked questions that had already been answered.
Thanks to my miraculous childhood teachers, and my persistent mother, I went from drawing squiggles and mumbling/fake reading when it was my turn to read aloud in class ... to devouring picture books and everything beyond.
I remember groaning every time mum made me sound out each word, reading each excruciating sentence over and over and feeling like I was never going to get it. I also remember feeling like the school library was a barrier, a place to feel embarrassed and jealous, until one day all of that practice seemed to make sense. I hadn't even realised it was happening until I half-heartedly-picked up 'Green Eggs and Ham' and realised I didn't have to fake read it - even on my own.
I can't explain the shift in who I was at that moment. I was no longer the kid who was stuck. I was the kid who had proud parents, and who was given a whole Dr. Seuss book set to celebrate.
I was the kid who came to rely on books for an escape from high school and who started writing for myself.
I was also the kid who was never cured of the maths issues though. This isn't a fairy tale after all.
