My wife’s sister and brother-in-law are trying to adopt internationally. So my wife has been generous enough to make really cute headbands to sell on Etsy, where 100% of the proceeds goes to the adoption.
Read Sarabeth’s post here. There, you will find the link to purchase the cute headbands she made herself, pictured below.
Also, these headbands are so cute that they inspired a few scenes in my new book, I Am the Lion, which is available now on Amazon Kindle for just $1.99.
Here is an excerpt:
It was a Tuesday when Mr. Hill was having Lydia write another story about her mother. That day’s story was supposed to be about her favorite birthday memory and why it was so special. Lydia and her mechanical pencil were engrossed in the recollection of her seventh birthday, January 16, 1993, her last birthday with her mother.
Lydia had woken up that morning with butterflies in her stomach as most kids do on their birthday, and followed the aroma of freshly grilled pancakes and homemade blueberry syrup wafting from the kitchen. Just like the previous six years the dining room table was neatly littered with presents with balloons tied to them, but this year there was something different surrounding the gifts. Laying around the meticulously wrapped presents lay pieces of felt of various colors. Lydia’s mother walked in and greeted her with a warm hug, then she reached over to the table and pulled out a small gift for Lydia to open. Lydia unwrapped a pair of unopened scissors and looked up at her mother for an explanation. Her mother pulled out a felt headband from her pocket. She secured it to Lydia’s head and Lydia admired herself in the mirror.
“What do you think?” her mother asked.
Lydia observed the pink flower attached to the white headband and saw that it too was made of felt. “Are you going to teach me how to make this?” Lydia asked excitedly, to which her mother enthusiastically nodded, holding up some strips of felt against her chest.
It was at this point in the story when Lydia’s dad walked into the classroom. He was early, a fact he was sure to make plain to everyone present. Mr. Hill, sitting at his desk grading yesterday’s homework assignments, coolly nodded at Lydia to put her paper away, but casually. She complied, but she wasn’t quite fast enough. After giving Mr. Hill a nod, Lydia’s dad strode over to Lydia and asked what she was putting away.
“It’s just a writing sample I was having her do,” cut in Mr. Hill, saving her from speech.
“What about?” asked Lydia’s dad. He must have sensed how uncomfortable they both were because it was unlike him to pry over something so small.
“I was having her write about her favorite birthday memory,” confessed Mr. Hill finally.
“Oh, yeah? You chose this last year, right? Remember, I took you to the, uh…” but his voice wavered as he held out his hand expectantly for the paper. Even if Lydia had felt the freedom to talk, she would not have mentioned aloud that her dad did not remember her last birthday a few months ago.
Get your headbands to support the adoption here.
Get your copy of I Am the Lion here.