Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A Story Already

I'm beginning to get responses to my requests for story submissions! Thanks so much ladies for expressing your interest in the project. I am looking for stories about life changing or motivational events in mother-daughter relationships that others will be inspired by. Inspired to be a better mom, a more understanding daughter, a forgiving woman, etc.; stories that everyday women can relate to. During this week I'll post a few samples from "Daddy's Little Girl" to help you nuderstand how your story might be used. In the meantime, pleae enjoy this little sentimental moment one mom told me about:

When did my daughter get so tall? We were looking in the full-length mirror together and she said, "Uh, Mom... where do I come up to you?" indicating with her hand on her head. I looked, and almost didn't want to pull her over so that our hips would be side by side. OH MY GOSH. Both our eyes were as big as pies as we watched my level hand go from the top of her head to my BROWLINE. She grinned so wide and I felt like pushing her down a bit with my hand on top of her head. She giggled as I tried it.

She had been gone for a few days at camp. Is that when it happened? From what I can gather, they fed her hotdogs, wrapped in pop-n-fresh dough, smoked over a tiny fire. If anything, she should have shrunk.

Maybe it was fresh air and summer breezes, but whenever it happened, it did, and it isn't stopping yet, I am sure. I always knew there was a chance she would be taller than me when all was said and done. Her Dad is nearly 6'4", and her build carries that very motivated gene structure. Her nicknames have included 'Legs", 'Tall One', 'Colt'.

As we looked at each other in the mirror, wondering, I sighed, "I am going to have a daughter taller than I am!" Her thoughtful reply was, "That's all right, Mom, I probably won't grow much more." and we put our arms on one another's shoulders and smiled.

The truth is, I don't mind at all that she will soon join my husband in calling me 'Shorty,' which I have always thought unfounded, being 5'7", and tall by my family's standards, but I do mind that the time is already upon us. I wish I had a dime for every time an older someone, watching me with my little babies and toddlers, said, "Cherish this time...it goes by so fast." I would take all those dimes and buy some of that cherished time, more chubby arms around my legs, more hands reaching up to hold mine, more piggy-back rides, and snuggling into my lap, and bed time songs, and soft, warm cheeks to kiss just after a nap. Chelsea's arms and hands and snuggles and cheeks. It does go by in a blink, like a visit from a butterfly.

I need to go find my chubby-cheeked 4 year old, Maren, no mirrors allowed.

2 comments:

Janell said...

Hello Gregory. I checked out your website and I am interested in submitting a story about my relationship with my mother. I am very close with both my mom and dad so your books seem like they would be of interest to my family and I. Thanks for checking out my blog.

Billie said...

Thanks for visiting my blog...I'm always amazed on how people find it! I am interested in submitting something...I just have to think about it. I love to write and have recently gotten much more serious about freelancing...well, more serious in thought, action is a different story;) Regardless, this sounds like a great opportunity to at least "practice".

Congrats on all of work and your new release...how exciting.

And I super love the photography!

Thanks.
Billie