Friday, March 21, 2008

Another Example

I am searching for heartfelt and inspirational stories about mother-daughter relationships, stories that share wisdom and teach important moral and life lessons, stories from which daughters and moms might derive hope and guidance after reading them.

What did you learn from this unique parent-child relationship, how it has changed over the years, how you two dealt with conflict, etc? The stories can be about good or bad times, as long as the result is something others can learn from. There are no format or length requirements.
For more information about submitting your story, please visit my website,, and click the red corner on the home page, just beneath the “Projects” tab.

I’m also collecting photos of moms and daughters to display on this blog. If you’d like to submit one, please email it to

If this is your first visit to my blog, please read the Frequently Asked Questions posted on March 20, 2008.

Today's photo is of Carol Minn and her mom. Carol is a friend of mine from Macon, GA, my hometown, and is now a news anchor in Tampa, FL. This pic is from "Why a Daughter Needs a Mom."

Now on to today’s post (a story from Daddy’s Little Girl)~

“MICHAEL, SOMEWHAT JADED by his years in the military followed by a career investigating crime scenes, had grown weary of the traditional Christmas celebrations. The season had gotten over commercialized and lost its heart, he thought. Gift-giving delighted his children but didn’t provide him with what he wanted most, an opportunity to spend quality time with his family, focusing only on one another and creating memories that would last a lifetime.

One evening during dinner, after listening to his daughters chatter on about what they wanted Santa to bring them that year, he announced his plan for the family to begin traveling during the winter holiday. Each year, he explained, they would enjoy spending time together exploring a new destination and getting to know one another better.

Although Elizabeth and Caroline didn’t like the idea of traveling during Christmas at first, they soon grew to eagerly anticipate where their dad would take them next as each winter break drew near. St. Louis, Phoenix, Beverly Hills perhaps?

One December, Michael took his family to Seattle to enjoy a truly white Christmas. Among the events he had planned for his family was a hike into the nearby foothills to enjoy gazing at the glaciated peaks of Mount Rainier in the distance. It would be the first time his daughters, who had been raised on the beaches of Florida, would see snowcapped mountains.

The afternoon before the day of the hike, the family members found themselves in a general store, purchasing hand warmers, trail mix, and other hiking supplies. Elizabeth, the oldest daughter, looked around and saw Christmas decorations scattered throughout the store. There was only one thing she didn’t like about traveling for Christmas, she remarked. She missed having a Christmas tree.

Overhearing his daughter’s comment, Michael disappeared into the aisles of the store. Enlisting Cody, his stepson, to keep the curious little girls distracted, he set a slight change of plans into motion.

The day of the hike arrived, and the family drove away from the city, headed for the foothills. As everyone climbed out of the car, Michael slung a backpack over his shoulders. He was to carry the water bottles and snacks they had purchased the day before. Soon they were marching through the snow, singing carols and looking for the perfect spot to stand for a photograph and a great view of Mount Rainier.

As they hiked, Michael scanned their surroundings; he was looking for something. “I think this one will do,” he finally said, walking over to a small evergreen tree growing alongside the path. Six feet high and spindly, it was rather unimpressive in contrast to the other, more majestic trees that surrounded it. “Yes, it’s perfect,” he said, then knelt down, unzipped his backpack, and reached inside.

Not certain of what he was doing, the young girls gathered around to see what was in the backpack. To their delight, Dad pulled out a small collection of Christmas ornaments and began to decorate the tree. Within moments, it was the most beautiful tree in the forest, adorned with shiny red and silver orbs, gold tinsel, and candy canes. To finish, he hoisted Elizabeth up, and she placed a glitter-covered plastic angel on top of their Christmas tree.
As they all held hands and sang “O Christmas Tree,” Michael’s girls looked up at him and agreed—it was their best Christmas gift yet.”

Another quote about Mom I found: “Every act of ministry bears the imprint of my mom's influence. I hope to have caught just half the grace and dignity with which my mom lives her life.” Well said.

Well, I guess that’s enough for today. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Now go out and hug somebody!

1 comment:

Tery said...

Thanks for emailing me. I am interested. You have beautiful daughters and it is so nice to see a DAD write about daughters!

Take care.