Mom's code for, "Can't talk now, the kids are in the room." I was raised by a blind mother. Wait, reverse that, I was raised by a mother ... who was blind. She taught me to look at life through the eyes of faith.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
2nd place
No I'm not feeling like a second place citizen. I took second place last week for a story I wrote for the Faithwriter's weekly challenge. There is a weekly prompt, either one word or a phrase to write to. The week before last it was "See." Hello, of course I had a story for "See." I had a 4'11" "bookshelf" of stories in a volume called Mom. The Sunday before I wrote the story we sang the worship song, "Word of God Speak." There's a line in there that says, "washing my eyes to see Your majesty." I remembered having to wash Mom's eyes after she was paralyzed. With her illness if I didn't keep her prosthetics clean infection could set in. At that stage in the game, infection could have been fatal. I think people were drawn to the story but I began to wonder, is this right? Writing about Mom and winning praise. Seems she was put on this earth for more than writing material for me. I didn't set out to win a prize (and there is no prize, just a little ribbon on my story when you go to the web-site). I set out to share a story as I'm doing here about a woman of faith who has influenced and impacted my life. I hope she's pleased.
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I'm sure she is, Lisa. You are building a legacy for your kids of things they won't remember about their grandmother. And in recording these events and anecdotes, you are enjoying her "presence" with you.
ReplyDeleteI trust you are keeping a computer file too, and will print each entry to be saved in scrapbooks for the kids. For similar projects, I have used a large three-ring binder and plastic page covers to keep the sheets clean. Then when I find something to insert that hasn't been in sequence, I can simply rearrange the pages.