Thursday, May 15, 2008

Moving Mountains

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.

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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 and post come to me from Beth Saxton. Thanks Beth!

“Today is my mom’s birthday. I guess birthdays are a time when you tend to reflect on a person and all they mean to you, so I'm feeling a little sentimental. My mom is that person that has been my personal cheerleader from the day I was born. Looking back I am so amazed at how much she poured into each of her three children. I know now that left little for herself and the unselfishness with which she raised us amazes me.

We grew up surrounded by a whirl of creativity, my mom is an artist by trade and it just oozes from everything she does. We had the privilege of listening to her play songs on the guitar that she made up just for us. She was the queen of make believe and encouraged us to exercise our imaginations. While other kids’ Halloween costumes most often appeared to have been bought from the local grocery store, ours were always some sort of dazzling concoction my mom whipped up on a budget! She made everything fun, even the ordinary things were extraordinary growing up with my mom.

I think I am at a stage in life, being a mom to my own little 2 year old, where everyday holds a profound realization of all my mom did for me. The things I can't even remember like the potty training, teaching me to brush my teeth, mind my manners, the little things. She did them all. I'm consumed by those little things everyday. I guess that is why suddenly I am so overwhelmingly grateful for all she did for me. I have always felt appreciative for my childhood, but it is deeper now. I also realize the effect just one great day can have on a person.

When I was in the third grade I started a new school. It was hard on me. There was a lot of changes in my life, and for some reason I have never dealt well with change. One of the things that was sending me to school with an ache in my stomach everyday was the fact that in order for my mom to make it to her new job on time we had to eat breakfast in the school cafeteria. I hated it. I don't remember complaining a lot, but I know I entered the doors every morning feeling like I was going to throw up. I think the shock of going from our normal routine of waffles or pancakes in our warm cozy kitchen to cereal on a Styrofoam tray in a rather sterile environment was sending me over the edge.

So, I'll never forget one morning when on our way to school my mom took a detour from our normal route. She whipped through our favorite donut shop and ordered a dozen. My brother, sister and I were cheering her on from the back seat. She pulled into one of our favorite parks and we all sat at a picnic table eating donuts in the early morning light. I remember the grass was really wet with dew and after we were done eating she let us play in the park until it was time to drop us off for school. I'm sure she was late to work that day. Maybe she even got in trouble. I know it was worth it. That day has stuck with me.

I think reflecting back it was just what I needed to feel like, in the midst of change and turmoil, my mom was still my mom. Even though she wasn't serving us sunshine on a plate in our kitchen every morning she still cared just as much as she always had. I think if I take anything away from what my mom taught me it will be that. Never be afraid to show anyone, but especially your children how much you care. They'll be people who can move mountains if they know you believe in them.”

Indeed they can!

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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