Wednesday, July 09, 2008

A Call of Thanks



I am searching for heartfelt and inspirational stories about family relationships, stories that share wisdom and teach important moral and life lessons, stories from which children and parents might derive hope, guidance and a smile after reading them.

I am conducting recorded telephone interviews to gather the information necessary to portray your story. Interviews last 30-45 minutes; just send an email (Go to “Links” for my address) requesting an interview appointment.

For those who prefer to write their story rather than participate in an interview, you must submit it via my website. Please visit www.gregoryelang.com and click the red corner on the home page just beneath the “Projects” tab.

If this is your first visit to my blog, please read the Frequently Asked Questions posted on March 20, 2008.

NOTE: The deadline to offer a mother-daughter story has been reset to the original deadline of August 1st.

Now on to today’s post~

Today’s sample is based on an email that with a number of back and forth questions, yielded this story:

Rochelle adored her son in more ways than she had ever imagined she could while waiting for him to enter the world. When the doctor laid him on her chest, the eyes of mother and son met for the first time and Rochelle felt, in a way, as if they were old friends. She had wanted a child for as long as she could remember.

Now, a year later, when she holds her child in her arms she is grateful for the few moments when the boy who always seems to be in perpetual motion is still. It is during these rare occasions when he is at rest in her arms, when she can examine his fingers and toes without protest, that she turns nostalgic and thinks of her own mother.

She wonders if her mother had wished for such tender moments in their relationship to last longer than they did, in not forever. She knows that she did. Sometimes she wonders if her mother was angry when awakened from a much needed sleep by cries of hunger or fears of monsters, but she knows that she was not. She thinks of all the times she threw up in her mother’s hands or spilled food on the linen tablecloth, and remembers that her mother was never annoyed or put off. She smiles thinking of all the time her mother spent working with her on science projects and altering a prom dress and remembers she never lost her patience.

Even though the little boy is just a little more than twelve months old, everyday brings to Rochelle the realization of all her mother must have done for her. Potty training, teaching her how to brush her teeth, to always mind her manners, to tie her shoes tight, to shave her legs and apply makeup – her mother taught them all.

Sometimes Rochelle wonders if she could ever recall everything her mother did for her, and every time when she justifiably might have been angry, impatient or disappointed, but wasn’t. She knew that she could not recall every time. Now and then Rochelle asks herself, usually after each new challenging experience with her son, if she has thanked her mother enough for all the things that she did. She chuckles, knowing it is impossible to say thanks often enough when she couldn’t even remember all the things she should be grateful for, all the things her mother had done for her.

That is why on these occasions when the beautiful boy falls asleep in her arms, when gratitude for her own happy childhood nearly overwhelms her, that she carefully puts her son in bed for the remainder of his nap, and then reaches for the phone – to call her mother.

Have a story to tell? Please let me know!

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

2 comments:

brooke martin said...
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KM said...

Hi Greg, thank you for dropping by my blog earlier and the invitation to your blog and the sharing of my story.

I will write up something and send it to you soonest...