Friday, May 09, 2008

Mother's Day

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, 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.

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~

In recognition of the coming Mother’s Day I thought I’d post some writings a number of daughters have shared with me…

Today’s photo is of Tiffany Harris and her mom, Debbie McIntire. She gave me permission to share a tribute she wrote on her own blog tmcharris.blogspot.com :

“No one could ask for a more lovely mother as mine. Her laugh is infectious, her eyes sparkle and dance, her smile is a smile you will remember for always with just one look. She's funny without trying; she's graceful and poised, and extremely charming. They need to make up a new word to describe the level of kindness she shows to others. She's strong when we need her to be, and meek at the same time. Her faith is limitless, or at least as far as I can see, and she is unwavering to her beliefs. I love you, Mom.”

And then there’s this poem written by Lydia Hernandez, for her daughter Amanda:

My every heart beat carries your name
I am and always will be forever yours.
Embrace my heart so close to yours
Keep it near your soul, it is yours to hold.
Hold my hand and guide me
Through the journey of life.
I promise I will never let go.
Hold my hand with you I will grow.
Hold my hand so very tight
I know no other love greater than life.
I will follow your steps and
Dance with you through life.
I could never fill your shoes
For you are larger than life.
I am and always will be forever yours.
You are truly a miracle.
Thank you for the gift of motherhood.

And Debra Nelson shared these thoughts:

“It (having her own children) made me realize, especially when Madi was in the terrible twos, that my mother was a saint, and I couldn’t believe she survived me! I really appreciated her so much more. You don’t realize it when you are a child, or a teenager, or even a young adult why your parents do the things they do...until you have children of your own. I actually called my mom one morning, when Madi was being such a stinker, and thanked her for not killing me when I was young...and she was wonderful and said all she remembered was I was "her girl" and it was all good. I really truly began to appreciate her like I never had before.”

Time changes everything, doesn’t it?

Finally, here is an excerpt from my book “Why a Son Needs Mom”:

“I do not know what my mother’s dreams were, what plans she had in mind for herself as she grew up, where she wanted to visit or what she might have become if she had chosen to live her life differently. I am ashamed that I do not know these things because I have never thought to ask, but I also do not know because my mother has never uttered a word of disappointment about the life she has lived. I do not know of her regrets for she does not share them, if they exist, nor does she lament about what her life used to be like or otherwise give off signs of disappointment about what age has taken from her. Perhaps she has just accepted her life for what it is, thinking it is too late to change it. Or, perhaps she is happy with her life for what it has been.

It is the latter, I like to think, because I know my mother has enjoyed being a mother, and a grandmother, and a surrogate mother or grandmother to those in need who have been fortunate enough to enter her life. I know this, because she never fails to seize the opportunity to act like a mom, to be there for someone.”

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

1 comment:

Keshi said...

hey Greg ty for stopping by my blog and inviting me to contribute to ur research.

I will drop by ur other blog in the weekend.

Cheers
Keshi.