Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Dancing in the Rain

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 me an email (See “Links” below 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.

Stories are not published as submitted or told but rather are used as anecdotes told by me, the narrator, to help illustrate a message about teaching or cherished moments between mothers and daughters.

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

Stories about the fun moms and daughters have together, how moms teach daughters what it means to be a woman (putting on makeup, first period, first bra, first boyfriend), help with the challenges of a wedding and marriage, daughters helping mom in a technological world, etc., are all welcome.

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~

I want to share this wonderfull tribute story that was sent in the other day:

“My mother had one son and two more daughters after Mary was born. I was the youngest of 5. We grew up on acreage with huge gardens, a milk cow named Bessie, and a father who out of need, worked away from home for most of our youth. My mother had no driver’s license, no car to take her from here to there. But going somewhere was not a big concern, mom had work to do, and do it she did. The teary part for me is that when I look back at the immense amount of hard work I realize my mother did, add on a brood of 5, which included a special needs child in diapers, no husband around most of the time, never ever did I hear her mutter of word of bitterness, or self pity. Never!

Our room for preserves was plump full in fall, a feast of canned fruits beyond any I have seen yet. Her garden’s gifts found their way onto our plates in the cold months, and the potatoes filled up our tummies every day. Homemade bread, cinnamon rolls waiting when we got home from school, all the while taking care of my sister. For 30 years my mother fed Mary, bathed her, changed her diapers, and never ever uttered a word of complaint. We were not raised in a home where “I love you” was spoken, but there was no doubt ever in our little hearts that this woman didn’t love every fiber of us. Deep down inside, we had the wonderful knowledge of knowing that if it was any of us rather than Mary, she would be there giving selflessly and in turn giving so much dignity with her quiet humility.

The passage of time since they have both left our family has firmly implanted this awe of sorts of what my mother gave us by her example. Her compassion and empathy was incredible, her patience and endurance came with softness and gentle love. She showed us how to mother with great love, and how to let laughter in when a chuckle was needed.

She showed all of us how to care, one of her favorite saying was “you never judge, you just don’t know what they have gone through.” I only heard her swear once, and that was because she didn’t know what the word meant. She would sit at the table when all her children were home and hardly say a word, but you could see this smile on her face.

As a mother myself, I finally understand why she did that. There is such beauty in just listening to your children talk. She would let us go out and dance in the rain, get totally soaked from head to foot, understanding there was a total sense of joy and freedom in dancing in the rain.”

Do you have a heartwarming mother-daughter story to tell? A glimpse into an important teaching moment between you and mom or daughter? A confirmation of love? Just a wonderful moment you’ll never forget? If yes, 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!

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