Thursday, June 19, 2008

Mom is tough!

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 July 15, 2008.

Now on to today’s post~

The following is a continuation of Darla’s loving recollections of her mom:

“My mother is one of great strength. You should see her biceps. She says it was from all the sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, and scrubbing. I do that, but I have not ever had muscles like her. But that isnt the only strength I am talking about, she is strong in many ways. For one, I think her motto was "mothers aren't allowed to be sick". I don't ever remember her being sick, although I am sure she had her moments, she never let on when she was.

A couple of years ago she had a few health issues. She didn't let us kids (we're all out of the house, but call quite often) know anything was going on. She had been quite sick for days, my dad threatening to take her to the doctors, but every day she kept insisting she was feeling a little better that day. After a few days of me realizing she hadn't been on our family website, or answering the phone, I get a hold of my dad who finally said 'enough is enough' and got her to the doctors. It was a hard thing for her. She doesn't like feeling wimpy and it was hard for us to have her like that too. She ended up having hyperparathyroidism; she was producing too much calcium. The levels were so high the doctors were surprised she wasn't in a coma... that is how tough she is!

She also had great strength in just the basic trials of life. She had a positive attitude when things were a little rough. Even though our family had some tough times (as most people do), we still had fun. We still had family outings. It didn’t have to be anything fancy; a trip to the beach, to the mountains, to a lake, one of my favorite memories is having a picnic on the family room floor while watching a movie. She would put out a blanket, we'd have all the paper products to eat off of and have sloppy joes with potato chips and soda.

My mom also had some accident prone children and I am amazed at how calm she would be. Half the time my dad was gone at work and this was before cell phones. She had to deal with a lot more accidents with her girls then I have had to deal with all my boys. Sometimes she would just be the doctor and butterfly them up; she seemed to know how to deal with it all.

My mom is my friend. I still have letters or notes that she has written me in my teen years. I remember her sharing with me that she was pregnant with one of my younger sibs even before she told other people. I remember feeling quite special about that. I am glad that she is my mother and I am glad to have her as a friend. I love my mom!”

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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