This monster story helps kids who feel left out

READERS’ FAVORITE 5-STAR REVIEW
“Becky Benishek’s The Squeezor is Coming! is suitably creepy and filled with gross and funny things that are guaranteed to make kids and their caregivers giggle with delight. It also sends a wonderful message to those kids, and there are an awful lot of them, who feel different or have trouble making friends.” -Jack Magnus for Readers’ Favorite

What do you do when you just don’t fit in?

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The Squeezor is a monster who just wants to make friends. But all the other monsters think he looks too scary, so everyone runs away from him.

This makes the Squeezor very sad. How can he get everyone to stop judging him based on what he looks like, and see the big heart he has inside?

Then he gets an idea: It isn’t about what he wants, but what the other monsters need.

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Join the Squeezor in the town of Ghastly Gigapolis! The colorful illustrations (with surprises) will enchant each time you open the book, and the happy ending is sure to delight all big and little monsters.

My book comes in softcover and hardcover, and also in a dyslexic font version.

How to buy:

MacLaren-Cochrane Publishing (regular font)
MacLaren-Cochrane Publishing (dyslexic font)
Amazon (regular font)
Amazon (dyslexic font)
Barnes & Noble (regular font)
Barnes & Noble (dyslexic font)

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About the author (me!):

Becky Benishek has a B.A. degree in English, and is the author of several children’s books, including Hush, Mouse!, What’s At the End of Your Nose?, and Dr. Guinea Pig George. She loves to create stories that help children believe in themselves, and find the magic in ordinary things. Becky is married with guinea pigs.

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Post #24 of the holiday blogroll for participants in Indie Authors Monthly.

#Reverb11 Day 7: Forgiveness

Dear Friend,

If you were any other kind of person, this wouldn’t be so hard.

I’ve known you for a long time. I can’t even remember when we weren’t together. I was there for you when you went through all that crazy growing up stuff, when you took your first steps out into the “real world,” when you started to find your voice. When you started to say and do what you needed to get heard. When you started to feel comfortable in your own skin, yes, even as you bemoaned the sprinkling of silver hairs and character lines it took to get there.

I couldn’t imagine being without you.

But sometimes you really piss me off.

That last time you let someone take advantage of your friendship, that really sucked. You knew exactly what would happen. You knew this person had thrown away your friendship time and again. You knew this person would come back when they suddenly needed your friendship again, your overflowing support, warmth and empathy. The listening. The just-being-there.

In fact, everything this person was incapable of giving you in return.

I know you figured that out long before you admitted it to yourself.  But because this person tacked the word “friend” on it–no, it was “best friends forever,” wasn’t it?–you just went ahead and let yourself be the listener again, the giver, the supporter. Oh sure, it would be good for awhile, it always was, just like old times.  So easy to get back to the laughter, the stories, the music. The pattern before the pattern changed. BFFs.

But it always ended. And you always knew it would, and you always knew it would hurt you, and each time you went ahead and invited it all back in anyway.

For the longest time, I couldn’t forgive you for that.

Then this year it all changed. You had finally had enough. That last time was the last time. You did one of the hardest things I’ve ever known you to do: You turned your back on someone you called “friend.”

You’d finally realized they didn’t deserve the name.

It took me until now to realize something: Maybe your heart just had to catch up to the rest of you, to everything telling you to give yourself the empathy and support you were giving away. Maybe there were still things you had to learn from that person and this experience. Maybe giving someone those extra chances and “being there” is just what makes you you.

And maybe you had to go through all this to be a better you.

I still don’t pretend to know everything about you. I think that’s something that’ll take a lifetime, and not even quit then. So I wanted you to know something now: You’re a pretty awesome person. I know you don’t think so. I know I don’t say it enough. Maybe if I do, one day you’ll believe it.

I forgive you. I’m sorry it took this long. But I’m glad I finally figured it out too.

Love,

Becky

(Prompt: Forgiveness. Who have you forgiven this year and what was the journey like that brought you to forgive them?

Answer: I forgave myself. Wholeheartedly, unashamedly. But oh, the struggle.)

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