When Summer met Harry Potter
A mother’s delight…
Today my daughter and I were going through our photos and we came across a photo from March 2018. This was one of the highlights of my writing journey this year…
It was that moment when my daughter decided to dress up as Summer Le-Winton, a character from my yet to be published novel… and my son dressed as the phenomenal Harry Potter.
Here are some of the events leading up to this epic moment. Every year World Book Day is celebrated across the world. And in 2018 festivities in the UK were rearranged and rescheduled due to the Beast from the East. So my daughter’s school postponed the dressing up day to the 8th of March.
Imagine my surprise when I walked into Sainsbury’s with my daughter expecting to buy her something from the stock of well-known book day costumes, and she turned around and said, “Mummy, I would like to dress up as a character from one of your books please.”
That gave me pause. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she answered, eyes glinting.
“But no one will know who you’re dressed as.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll know,” she said. “What does Summer or Alessia wear?”
My mouth fell open. “Alessia might be a bit tricky, but Summer wears anything on that aisle.”
“I’m dressing up as Summer then,” she said, looking through the clothing rail. Then she picked an outfit she liked. “Does Summer wear this?”
“Yes,” I answered, close to tears. I really had to hold back here. I was that emotional.
Of all the costumes in the shop. Of all the books on the shelves. Of all the authors in the world, she chose to dress as a character from her mum’s book that’s not even published yet.
Sometimes it’s difficult to notice that the things we do can impact children in different and special ways. As I walked across the shop, I was struck by an intense realisation. In the shopping trolley was a beautiful Harry Potter outfit that my daughter and I had chosen for my son. And next to it was a simple outfit, of a simple girl from a book that’s yet to even hit the shelves.
JK Rowling touched millions of hearts in so many special ways through her words. But not everyone can do the same. And there I was, touching just one girl’s—my daughter’s heart through words she hasn’t even read yet.
All she sees is me toiling day and night, writing.
At that moment, I felt as though I had accomplished everything I had ever set out to achieve. And I wanted to share my story with everyone who’s ever had a dream.
Don’t stop dreaming. Don’t stop believing. Don’t be afraid to change the world for the greater good.
Even if you end up just changing one person’s life for the better—you’ve done your bit, and the world will thank you for it.
Don’t stop dreaming. Don’t stop believing. Don’t be afraid to change the world for the greater good. Even if you end up just changing one person’s life for the better—you’ve done your bit, and the world will thank you for it.Lorraine M.L.M