Wednesday, June 18, 2008

No Doubt

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 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 July 15, 2008.

Now on to today’s post~

Please note: the deadline submitting stories has changed. The new deadline is July 15th.

Today’s photo is of Mary and Lily, another set of my kind and photogenic neighbors. It was so difficult for me to crawl inside that oven to take this picture, but I managed somehow. Getting out was the real problem. Yahoo, only two more photos to take to finish what I need for the book!

I recently received this sweet musing from Darla:

“Just a couple of days ago a friend lost her mom after a few months of illness. I've known this friend for about 3 years now. I never met her mother but have noticed they didn't have a very close relationship. They live only a couple of miles from each other yet I sensed there was a lot of distance between them. I thought it was great that the final months of this mom's life, though, her daughter was there every day to help take care of her. Before things got too bad, she would take her to lunch, a movie, to the coast or the city. They had some good days together even though they had so many not so good days.

Yesterday I spoke with this friend and she mentioned a moment when her mom was in a weakened state but still coherent and she whispered something. After repeating it, she heard her mom ask her to hold her hand, so she did. She told me she was so surprised and even a bit uncomfortable doing it. Her mom was not an affectionate woman and my friend has no memories of the two of them ever holding hands.

This got me to thinking of my mom. Every one of her children grew up feeling loved. We got plenty of hugs and kisses, held on her lap, held hands walking through the store or just standing next to each other at church. Even while we were teens there would be times when you could catch one of us plopping down on her lap. I am so thankful for that; I just can’t imagine a child not getting that kind of sweet treatment. I love to hold my children, hug them, kiss those sweet cheeks, and hold their hands whenever we go for a walk. I love the relationship I have with my mother, and I hate that I live so far from her. Thank goodness for phones and the internet.”

Linley gave me the sweetest card. It says: “Stepfather, we may not look alike, but there’s no doubt we are family. Happy Father’s Day.” Yep, I cried.

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

1 comment:

Aisha said...

you're are great at what you do. thank you.