Thursday, July 24, 2008

A Mother's Strength

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~

One daughter’s loving mother story:

“As a teen, I was a wildfire. My mom was my mortal enemy because I wanted to live my life the way I wanted to without any regard for what I was doing or who I was hurting. One could say our relationship one was explosive.

As I grew in years but not maturity, mom's words rang through my head every time I knew I was doing something wrong and I would always go running back to her when I would inevitably fall into the pile of poo. She would always pick me up, wash me off, give me an ear full and then I would be on my way again.

I finally realized my mother was the only person in this world who really loved me, good, bad or indifferent, and she always let me know it, when I had my first stroke at the age of 31. She herself was sick herself but got out bed and took care of me. My mom was the one who took me to the doctors, therapy and wherever else I had to go to. She would yell at me to motivate me when I was ready to give up. She never gave up on me.

Now, several more strokes later, I am walking and suffer only a few set backs and my mom is in need of my help. She has had several heart attacks and they have told us the next one will require open heart surgery. She may not pull through it because of how bad her heart is.

I cannot even start to imagine my life without her; I am terrified. She is my best friend and I am lost without her for even one moment. She is the strongest woman I know, a woman whose story should be heard.”

And now, it is.

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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