When I was young, the story of Moses and the bulrushes seemed worrisome. It still does. What if Moses started to wail and the basket tipped over? What if it filled with water? What if a current caught the container and swept him away?
My concerns were realistic. I lived near the Illinois River. I discovered later that my beloved Barbie dolls had been in a makeshift boat and had been swept up in a current. I like to think they were discovered by a little princess and given a new home.
As an adult, I could easily imagine a woman knowing that a child she loved could have a better life if she gave her up for adoption. But in Regency times, the adoption services were overflowing
So, instead of Miranda being left in a basket, my heroine has another fate in store for her…
That’s where the glimmer of an idea for The Governess’s Guide to Marriage began.
I’m sure my Sunday School teacher never expected the lesson to end up as inspiration for a romance novel, but I felt it fit so perfectly. A child with a background of poverty ends up surrounded by luxury and has a happily ever after.