Finding your passion asks that you become well-acquainted with the fundamentals, the rules.
In writing we say that you must know the rules to learn how to break them.
Not that I am always in favor of breaking rules, but defying conventional
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So many women, and men, have been bred by our parents to accept what is given us. “Don’t be greedy. Take what life gives you. Don’t be so uppity. Give thanks, and be happy.”
I find it quite intriguing that the people who so often recite these mantras never do what they advocate. Moreover they do not appear to be content with their lives.
As mothers, and of daughters we must remain vigilant that we do not overtly and covertly, in speech and in silence, urge our daughters to settle.
Much is said about women making sure we do not
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The most exciting thing about being a daughter is that of being a daughter. We are who we are.
We are defined often by the tasks with which life charges us, a reality that each moment of breathing and consciousness, action and interaction, thought and idea, imagination, shapes and reshapes.
Our life is a mixture of desires and responsibilities, each pulling at the other, neither one winning out, but each molding and altering the other.
My life as a daughter
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Women have been the ones in the past who collect memories. We made the pictures or engaged a photographer to make a family photo. We made sure that the children made their school pictures and kept watch until the children delivered them safely home to us.
We created family albums and scrapbooks. We wrote in diaries to unborn children that we carried, and kept journals of those experiences of the early months following the birth of those we eventually delivered into the world. Many of us still do. We have been, and are the keeper of memories.
Amid the hustle and bustle of
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My mother was a hard worker. All her actions were founded upon a strong work ethic.
My father worked hard too. He had no choice as a farmer.
My mother held a dedication to not simply the work she did. She approached all tasks as a job to be, and done well.
The degree to which you did a job well, spoke, in her mind, to your character.
It mattered not the task, rather, our approach to complete the task and accomplish this by giving your personal best.
This personal best formed the essence of the entire individual, according to my mother.
I have adopted this belief.
I encourage
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by mferrell24 My mother never told jokes. Neither did my father. In fact jokes being told in the home were not a part of my childhood. I say this because I know families and people who can tell a good joke, if not repeat one that they heard. I do not mean jokes used to poke
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Learning something about a mother, who was not forward in sharing about herself allows deeper insight into those hidden aspects of ourselves as her daughter.
The yearning to know more about a mother who has hidden herself, kept secret her inner life, speaks to our desire to connect, both with our mother and ourselves.
If our mother has died, like mine who passed on nearly two decades ago, we have lost a most direct line of knowledge. But all is not forsaken. Not by a long shot.
The very fact that our mother died keeping all close to her chest speaks volumes. It tells us that we
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