Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Three Generations

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, http://www.gregoryelang.com/, 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 greg.lang@mindspring.com.

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

Now on to today’s post~

Today’s photo, Three Happy Generations of moms and moms-to-be, courtesy of Tess Haddon from Hawaii.

I’d like to share a few paragraphs from a couple of stories I’ve been working on recently. The first is called Like Mom ~

Now, instead of remembering her mom as the woman who always said “No” and who was always right about everything no matter what the subject of the argument, Grace remembers the woman who tape recorded herself reciting math facts to leave next to her daughter’s pillow, believing listening to them while she fell asleep would help her in school. She remembers the woman who worked hard as the provider of her family and did so much for others before doing anything for herself.

Now whenever Grace thinks about her own daughter’s future she admits, to her surprise, to something she and her mother have in common: an overwhelming desire to protect their children regardless of the cost. Grace, too, has decided to teach her child how to do what is right and avoid that which is wrong. And although she hopes not to be too hard on her young daughter, she knows without reservation she will certainly be, like her mom was, hard enough.

Not long ago Grace found a long forgotten tape recorder. Curious, she clicked it on and listened. Goosebumps sprang up on her neck and arms when she heard her mother’s voice for the first time in fifteen years. When she had heard it all she recognized more clearly than ever that it was her mother who she had become. With tears in her eyes, she lovingly embraced the resemblance.

And this from Kitchen Time ~

Looking into the pot and seeing the onions had turned tender and translucent, Vanessa added garlic, a pinch of salt and gave the pepper mill a few good twists. Taste as you go, she remembered her mom’s words and dipped a spoon in to get a sample. Just right. And then she remembered the day when her mom had called her into the kitchen and announced it was time for the student to prepare a meal for the chef, without assistance. Mom wanted Gumbo, the very recipe Vanessa followed from memory on this day.

This test came in the late spring of her senior year of high school and amid making plans to leave home that summer to attend college. As Vanessa cooked with the occasional word of reassurance from mom, and once a little cough with a subtle shake of the head in disagreement about how much file’ powder to use, there was talk of independence, financial responsibility, and dealing with flirtatious young men. There was talk of the added responsibility that comes at the end of childhood and the beginning of adulthood, and reassurances that mom believed her daughter was prepared for them all.

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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