Chicken Soup for the Soul for Moms

Betty Confidential is giving away Chicken Soup books, that honor the hardest workers out there ... moms!

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Chicken Soup for the Soul for Moms

Honoring the hardest workers out there!

-Stephanie Elliot

chicken soup for the soul: moms & sonsEnter HERE to win a copy of Chicken Soup for the Soul books!

Motherhood is hard work. It’s often unrewarding and continuous, the only job I know of that’s 24/7, 365 days a year. Show me a mom who has gotten through the day and feels like she completed everything she had to do, and I’ll show you … a fictional character, perhaps Super Woman, because she is something practically non-existent. It rarely happens.

We are so busy in our lives taking care of our children, the house, careers, laundry, errands, and general up-keep it takes to raise a family, that I’m sure some of you get through the day and wonder if you’ve had time to use the bathroom or even eat. It’s a long, hard job many days.

In honor of Mother’s Day we’re giving away a copy of the following titles to celebrate the wonderful mom in you:

Chicken Soup for the Soul: Like Mother, Like Daughter and Chicken Soup for the Soul: Moms & Sons.

Here’s an excerpt from Chicken Soup for the Soul: Like Mother, Like Daughter

chicken soup for the soul: like mother like daughterShe Did It Her Way

Mother’s love grows by giving.

~Charles Lamb

“Mom, we’re getting married … sometime in June.” This from my hippie daughter calling on a pay phone in Maine. (No phone or electricity at her house – or perhaps cabin is a better word.)

“We don’t want a fancy wedding or dressy clothes or a lot of guests. We just want to be married in your backyard. I’ll let you know the date.”

Long ago, her father and I made up our minds to listen to her and do things the way she wanted as much as we could. And of course, I was thrilled she was getting married. I was always secretly worried that marriage was too “old-fashioned” for her. She was a child of the ’60s, eager to right the wrongs of the world, to live life on the edge and to never be part of the “establishment.”

Well, backyard weddings can be lovely, I thought. It’s not our beautiful church with a majestic organ, flowing white dress or bridesmaids. But, still… I took an upbeat approach, which was really the only sensible thing to do under the circumstances.

Later with dates arranged, a guest list of sorts (our family and best friends and “a bunch of friends… we’ll let you know how many”) and the food decided on (“only veggie stuff and some champagne”), she agreed I could ask the minister of our church to perform the ceremony “for legal purposes.”

All negotiations were going well until I mentioned the wedding gown. “No special dress, Mom. Sorry. Your first daughter, your good daughter (said with a wry smile, a favorite family joke) did the white dress and veil thing. Not me. I have lots of clothes that would do for a wedding.”

I thought of all her dresses (short, wild, braless) and realized that she mostly wore jeans or cut-offs. Nothing I had seen her wear in years even whispered “wedding” to me.

So in the following days, ignoring my own good advice to let her do it her way, I wandered around different stores and looked at dresses that might do for my bride-to-be daughter. Then I saw it: simple, unbleached muslin with a shirred waist, scooped neckline with just a bit of Irish lace and little capped sleeves. It was long, but not floor-length. It was graceful, but not formal. It was lovely and simple, and it was my daughter.

Envisioning her wearing it, I bought the dress and took it home.

Later that day, I placed the box on her bed with a little note stating: “I just happened upon this while shopping (okay, a small white lie). This looks like you. Would you try it on for me?”

When she came in that evening, she went to her room and all was quiet. A bit worried I had hurt her feelings with my purchase, I went upstairs to her room where she sat on the bed holding the dress on her lap while tears rained down her cheeks – and she was smiling.

“I never knew you thought of me like this, Mom. The dress is so lovely and soft and simple. I love it. And I’ll love wearing it for the wedding. Thanks for knowing me so well.”

Two weeks later, on a sun-filled afternoon, friends gathered in our backyard. Our daughter walked down the steps – to the strum of a guitar – smiling proudly in her surprise dress. She looked wonderful, as I knew she would.

It was a perfect wedding… almost.

Had I known her fiancé would be wearing yellow paisley bellbottoms, I might have shopped for him as well!

~~Julie Firman
Chicken Soup for the Bride’s Soul

Head on over to the BettyTalk section to enter to win. Please make sure to note if you’d like the “Moms & Sons” or the “Like Mother Like Daughter” book! We’ll be giving away two copies of each book!

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  1. Make sure to head over to the BettyTalk section under BUZZ / Chick Lit Lounge to enter to win a copy of these great books! (Or just click the link in the above paragraph that says, BettyTalk section! ENTER NOW!

  2. bktw58 — make sure to bo to the BT section to enter to win if you haven’t already. These comments are not considered the entries for the book contest! Thanks!

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