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Mother’s Day Writing Contest Winners

Mother’s Day Writing Contest Winner

Congratulations to our winners: Gaby (73 likes), Helen (72 likes), and Charlotte (71 likes)! It was so close! I wish everyone could have won something because every story is so special. Every memory. Every moment.

Every mother!

I so enjoyed reading these memories and reflections on mothers and memories from childhood that I’m thinking about writing some posts with memories of my childhood.

The idea also developed with an assignment from my photography class. For the final assignment, my professor said we can choose one subject and take 20 photos on that theme. My immediate choice (naturally) was my children. Then I began to wonder, “What kind of pictures should I take?”

The concept began to form: take pictures that coincide with my own childhood memories. Images began flooding into my mind. Eating ice cream while sitting on the back of a station wagon with my siblings, running through sprinklers, playing shadow tag, moving the lawn with a push-mower, pillow fights and raking leaves, fishing, jumping on a trampoline. So many iconic flashes. I hope I can capture them all.

More than that, I hope that my children are developing images of their own. I pray that special memories are forming in their minds, things they can carry with them always. To remind them of being loved.

Because no matter what else I might have to offer, or might not have … one thing I can unequivocally give my children, one thing we can all offer our children, is love.

The love of a parent. Imperfect, yes. But somehow unconditional. Somehow transcendent and beautiful and enduring. Even if it’s all we have to offer our children … it is enough.


Thought it would be Me



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Heartstrings Tugging Home

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A Mother’s Choice

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Defined by Love

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Moment in the Mundane

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The Only Kid

Helen Story Pin

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Magical Motherhood

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What My Three Year Old Taught Me about Serving Others – Mother’s Day Contest Entry

PaigeWhat My Three Year Old Taught Me about Serving Others

By Michelle

I’ve almost always been involved in some sort of community service through my life.  It’s something that I really love. I kind of find it addicting.  I love to do service projects with my kids.  I think it’s important to involve them while they are young.  Unintentionally, I thought it would be me doing the teaching, but recently, I was surprised when my toddler taught me to be more giving.

I told Paige about how sometimes kids get scared when policemen and firemen are called to help them; they can give the kids a toy to make them feel better if they have one.  We decided to donate some of her gently used stuffed animals.  She really seemed to understand and she was excited to help.

I dumped out our overflowing tub of stuffed animals.  I quickly put my favorites, her favorites and the “not-so-gently-used” animals back in the bin, leaving the rest for Paige to pick from.  This left a small pile, but the tub was still overflowing.  Paige decided to give away all but one of the toys I offered to her, but then she went back to the bin and started reaching for the ones I didn’t offer to add to the “giveaway box.”

I quickly said, no, that those weren’t ones we could give away, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how selfish I was being. They weren’t even my toys; why did it matter to me?

I realized it was lunch time and that we would revisit the toy situation later.  A few days later we went back to the toy room to gather the stuffed animals.  I decided I was being selfish and if Paige wanted to help more kids, then I needed to let her.  I once again dumped out the toy bin and offered her all of the toys that were in acceptable condition.  She then added almost all of those toys into our donation bags.  She even added some of her favorite stuffed animals that she loved to play with.

Once we got to the fire station, she was holding a dog that she originally said she wanted to donate.  We handed the bags to the fireman and I asked her if she still wanted to give the dog to the fireman for the kids.  She said yes, but the fireman told her she could keep it since it was so cute. Paige insisted that she wanted to give it away.  I don’t know if I can ever forget that moment and hearing her sweet Apraxic voice saying, “I want to give it away.” (Apraxia is a neurological disorder that mostly affects her speech.)

It touched me.

I was and am still so impressed with her giving attitude.  She could have easily kept just one of the stuffed animals and still helped so many kids.  But that wasn’t good enough for her; she wanted to give all that she could to help others.  It may have been a simple act on her part, but it made a lasting impression on me.

MichellesPhotoFrom now on, I will do better to give my all to others.  I’m not perfect, and probably never will be, but I will be better.  Less selfish.  We live in such a self-focused world (which isn’t necessarily all bad) that I found it refreshing to see a toddler, someone at a stage often labeled as “the selfish stage,” give so much of what she loved.  If someone at this age can do it, I can too.

My sweet, three-year-old daughter helped 15 kids without thinking twice.  I’m so proud of her.  Who says one person can’t make a difference?

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About Michelle: I am a mom of two young daughters (one with special needs).  Although it’s challenging, I am so grateful I get to be a mom to these two girls!  I love to blog about our experiences together at

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Snapshot – Mother’s Day Contest Entry

Franklin Kids 2011 School PicSnapshot

By Lindsay Franklin

July, 2011.

I ease my Honda Pilot into a parking space at the local YMCA. Ten minutes until the kids’ swim lessons start. Plenty of time to return a text message I received while driving. I pull out my phone but leave the air conditioning running. It’s mid-morning on a hot summer day in the inland suburbs of San Diego. Even my two-minute text would leave the kids and me sticky and flushed by the time we opened the car doors.

Three-year-old Keira unbuckles her car seat and slithers to the back seat air controls. She plops down in front of the vents and turns the knob to the highest setting.

“Keira!” Six-year-old Jared frowns at his sister and adjusts the air conditioning back to low. “Don’t do that. It uses gas which makes pollution, and that’s bad for the environment.”

An idealist.

Ten-year-old Shane chimes in from his place on the back bench. “Yeah, plus gas costs a lot of money. You’re wasting money.”

A pragmatist.

Keira stares at her big brothers’ faces and, without a word, cranks the knob full-blast.

An independent.

Every once in a while, God gives me a special moment in the midst of the mundane. This two-minute pause in a YMCA parking lot on a hot summer morning was just such a moment. There couldn’t have been a more perfect, distinct snapshot into the unique personalities of my three children.

These moments tend to make me reflective. This particular occurrence first incited giggles because my daughter is unendingly sassy, and sometimes it seems as if she was put on the planet for the sole purpose of foiling her brothers.

But then I was struck with awe that these little people—each with the same biological parents and raised in the same environment—has been distinctively crafted by a Master Craftsman. They all have their own strengths and challenges that filter down to me and their dad as parenting challenges. But mostly, this realization reinforces my belief that these three people were chosen specifically for me to raise. As they are uniquely crafted, I’m uniquely equipped to mold them into the people they’re meant to become.

About Lindsay Franklin: I’m a stay-at-home, homeschooling mother of three by day, a YA fantasy and contemporary novelist by night. I moonlight as Senior Operations Manager for Splickety Publishing Group. Needs: more sleep, less backtalk.

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