Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Mom's Wisdom

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 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~

Sorry, no photo today due to technical problems at Blogger.

Here’s a story about the wisdom of moms and the quest for identity:

“As Brenda approached the end of her twelfth year she became increasingly worried about the changes that were approaching, those that accompanied becoming a teenager. Not the physical changes, those she was prepared for. She knew all about bras, periods and acne. But her friends, their parents, popular books and television programs of the day, conventional wisdom in general, all indicated that when a girl became a teenager, she had to rebel against her parents’ authority. She had to lose interest in childhood joys and delights; she had to suddenly become interested in makeup and fashion and boys.

Brenda didn’t want any part of that, she had other interests and certainly no such desire to rebel against her parents. Yet for days she worried that somehow everything would change, no matter what her wishes to the contrary, on the day she was to turn thirteen. She feared the different person she thought she was predetermined to become.

Overhearing muffled sobs coming through her daughter’s closed door, Dot slipped inside the bedroom to discover Brenda crying in her pillow. Taking a seat on the bed beside her and stroking her daughter’s hair, Dot coaxed out of the young girl an explanation of what had her so upset.

'I don’t want to be someone else,' Brenda explained between sniffles, 'I want to be me.'

Dabbing her cheeks with a tissue Dot smiled and explained to her oldest child it didn’t matter what anybody else expected or what people said ought to happen in a teenager’s life. 'You do not need to change to suit anybody,' she reassured. 'I love the individual you are.' Dot had never seen the point in doing something or acting a certain way just because other people expected it; she was determined to make sure Brenda adopted the same personal philosophy.

For years to follow her mother’s words and her daily example gave Brenda the courage to choose the course of her life. As she grew older and those around her tried to force her into a box, she became more and more determined to ignore conventional stereotypes and live her life on her own terms. As she had been since the age of thirteen, Brenda was who she wanted to be, not who others expected her to be.

Dot smiled approvingly when she learned her daughter’s first job would be in a hardware store and that her best friend was a guy with whom she shared no romantic interest.

At the age of twenty-five when Brenda gained firsthand experience in the joys and terrors of motherhood, she once again began to worry when her daughter did not behave the way she had been told babies were supposed to behave, or when she did something differently from the way she had been advised mothers ought to do things. Was it true her infant was supposed to eat and sleep in accordance with a schedule, and being out in the open public was bad for her health? Distressed she wasn’t mothering as well as she should, Brenda did the only thing she could think off – she picked up the phone and called her mom.”

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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