Monthly Archives: April 2014
Posted by Bonita Jewel
Here’s the skinny:
Theme: Mothers & Memories
Do you have a memory that is especially meaningful to you, something hilarious or that touched your heart, changed the way that you look at the world or at those around you? You can share a memory of your mother, or of you as a mother. (Your story does not have to be specifically about Mother’s Day.)
You are welcome to share a photo with your submission.
Word Count: 200-700
Your story can be anywhere between 200 and 700 words
Dates for Submission: April 15-30, 2014
The contest opens today (April 15) and closes at midnight on April 30, after which time the stories will enter the judging stage.
Ten finalists’ stories will be chosen and their stories posted on Positive Parenting Blog and shared on our Facebook page.
The winners will be chosen by popular choice, based on your votes (Facebook likes at Positive Parenting Blog).
Yes, you get to help choose the winners! Just “like” our page and “like” your favorite story! (In case of a tie, comments on the blog posts will be taken into consideration.)
Voting dates: May 2-7
You have five days to vote for your favorite Mother & Memory story. You are welcome to “like” as many stories as you absolutely loved! Feel free to leave your comments as well.
Voting closes on May 7, at 11:59 pm EST.
First prize: $25 Amazon gift card
Second prize: Parenting Book of your choice, ordered from Amazon (value $15 or less)
Third prize: Kindle Parenting Book of your choice (value $10 or less)
Please let us know the following along with your submission. (No limit to the number of stories you can send in.)
We look forward to receiving your story and sharing it with the world!
1. Submissions must be true stories.
2. Submissions must be your original content.
3. By submitting a story, you agree to potentially have your story published on our blog and shared on Facebook/Twiter.
4. By submitting a story, you agree to have your story proofread and edited for grammar and flow.
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Posted by Bonita Jewel
Last week I experienced one of my greatest parenting fears. I am so grateful it only lasted for about three minutes, and that by the grace of God it ended well. Those few minutes were some of the longest of my life.
My husband and I, along with a few members of our extended family, took the kids to Yosemite. We were walking the trail to Bridalveil Falls when nature called. I took Allen, our seven-year-old, to the restroom. The two of us were a few minutes behind everyone when we headed up the trail. We met up with the first half of the group, who said that everyone else was a little further. So we kept on walking and within a minute or two saw the others off the trail checking out the stream that flowed down from Bridalveil Falls.
I looked, looked again … and noticed that someone was missing.
“Where’s Aiden?” I asked.
“He’s back with the others.”
“I just saw them. He’s not with them.” It took half an instant for it to register and then my mind hit high alert. My husband headed back down the trail with my sister and nephew. My dad raced on ahead and I followed behind with Jessica and Allen, holding their hands tightly and trying to look everywhere at once.
My greatest fear was that Aiden had fallen in the water. He loves throwing rocks and sticks into the water to see the big splash.
Allen asked me a question. I have no idea what it was. “Allen, no one knows where your brother is. Please just pray,” I told him. Tears came to my eyes. No one knows where he is.
A minute later, I was near panic when we turned the last curve before the waterfall viewing area. My dad stood there with a smile on his face. Next to him stood Aiden, holding his hand.
I breathed again.
I ran up to Aiden and grabbed all 50 pounds of him into my arms. “Where were you?” I asked.
“I wanted to see the waterfall,” he replied in his most matter-of-fact voice.
My dad pointed out an older man who stood to the side. “He kept an eye on him until we found him.” I turned to the man. A simple “Thank you” can never convey exactly how deep my gratitude was, but it was all I managed to get out. My words seemed kind of choked up somewhere.
I don’t think I gave the waterfall a second glance, though Jessica and Allen went up with my dad to check it out. I walked back down the pathway, where my husband met us and ran back to let the others know Aiden was okay.
Aiden spotted the stream and clambered over some boulders to find stones that he could throw into the water. I kept tight hold of his hand.
I thought of what I told Allen a few minutes before, that no one knew where Aiden was. It wasn’t true. Someone had him in sight the whole time.