Monday, April 28, 2008

Kitchen Time

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 conducting recorded telephone interviews for those who prefer to tell rather than write their story. Just send me an email with your phone number and dates/times you are available. Interviews typically last 30-45 minutes.

If you’d like to submit a daughter-mom photo to display on this blog, please email it to

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

The deadline for submitting your story or participating in an interview is August 1, 2008.

Now on to today’s post~

Today’s photo and art are from Kristin and Katie, who I interviewed and came to know last week.

Here is a short but sweet sample story that has been submitted for Mom’s Little Angel:

“The kitchen table was where Nell forged and improved upon her relationship with her daughter Yvonne. Everyday beginning in grade school and on through high school, when Yvonne came home the mother and daughter sat down at the table together and Nell asked questions about Yvonne’s day. It never mattered what Nell had been doing before Yvonne got home, she'd stop everything so that they could talk. She listened with interest to everything her daughter had to say, no matter how juvenile or silly it may have seemed at the time, believing that if the issue was important to her daughter, it should be important to her as well.

To Yvonne, time spent there in the kitchen at that round table made of teak wood, the one where her family gathered every evening to say the blessing and share a meal, was when she learned that even a child has thoughts and feelings of value. In the beginning they discussed which boys she liked, who didn’t reciprocate her admiration, and the things her friends might have said behind her back. As she grew older and more mature, they began to talk about college, marriage, faith and God. No matter what they talked about, having her mom’s time and ear instilled in Yvonne a sense of importance, and an understanding of what being a loving mom really meant.

Today day as Yvonne sits at that very same table, its place now in her own home, she remembers all those afternoons spent in earnest conversation with her mother. And when she looks up and sees her son sitting across from her in his highchair, she smiles, eager for their conversations to begin.”

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

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