Wednesday, August 06, 2008

A Call of Thanks

I write 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 collect written stories and conduct recorded telephone interviews to gather the information necessary to put together a story for my book projects. 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.

Please visit www.gregoryelang.com and click the red corner on the home page just beneath the “Projects” tab to learn more about what projects I may be working on.

The deadline to offer a mother-daughter story has passed. Please continue to visit this blog for updates on the book as it begins the last leg of its journey toward publication (Spring, 2009).

Now on to today’s post~

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.

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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