Posts Tagged ‘daughter’

Catching the Invisible

August 14, 2014

This beautiful story, written by Lisa Leshaw of Coram, New York, appeared in the June 2014 issue of Guideposts. It’s a wonderful reminder to make the best of every situation you find yourself in, even—and perhaps especially—when you feel scared and alone. It’s also a reminder that you’re never truly alone, that a loving intelligence is always conspiring on your behalf, and that the more you reach out in love, the lovelier your life becomes.


WITH YOU ALWAYS—LOVE, DAD
Trapped in an elevator with a severe case of claustrophobia, she took the opportunity to record her feelings about her father

little-girl-blowing-a-kissOne minute, I was a 31-year-old part-time music teacher. The next, I’d turned into one of my pre-K students, hyperventilating and sobbing uncontrollably, wishing Mom and Dad would come rescue me. That’s what claustrophobia will do to you.

My parents were home on Long Island, though, and I was trapped in an elevator in a Manhattan high-rise. All alone. This was exactly what I’d been afraid of when my best friend asked me to come see her new apartment. Unless I wanted to climb 15 flights of stairs, this metal coffin was my only way up.

So I said a prayer and went for it. I was doing okay…until the elevator car jerked and then came to a halt–between floors. What a cruel trick for God to play on me.

I tried taking deep, cleansing breaths. Feeling faint, I sank to the floor and tucked my head between my knees. Close your eyes, go to your happy place. Maybe because the next day was Father’s Day, I thought back to how Dad comforted me when I was a little girl. “Catch the kiss!” he’d say.

He’d pucker his lips, blow a kiss and laugh as I ran around our living room, grabbing handfuls of air, trying to hold on to the invisible. Had I ever told him what those moments meant to me? I might never get the chance. Not if I suffocated in here…or if the cable (more…)

The Secret to a Happy Kidhood

April 12, 2014


It’s funny how a seven-minute commercial made in Thaliand for Wacoal, a lingerie maker, can bring a tear to my eye and send me on a trip down Memory Lane. The young mother and her daughter (who is the second-cutest girl cub in the history of the world) remind me of my own childhood. I had a mom and dad who loved me unconditionally and always did special things for me.


My mom and me at Christmas

My mom and me at Christmas

When I was seven, my mom bought me some packs of baseball cards to while away the time on a train ride to my grandparents’ home. I still remember my happiness in opening a pack and finding (more…)

Michiko and Kimiko: A Love Story

February 17, 2013

Not long ago, I was reading a free weekly newspaper at Swami’s Cafe in Encinitas, California, when a photo jumped off the page and into my heart. The photo, which is at once both beautiful and heartbreaking, showed Michiko Lindsey cradling her cancer-stricken child, Kimiko. The accompanying story told of Kimiko’s battle with cancer and of Michiko’s battle to stay sane and strong in the midst of her fear and grief. Deeply touched by what I read, I contacted Michiko and asked her to tell me her story from the beginning. So here, in Michiko’s own words, interspersed with actual journal entries from her CaringBridge journal, is her love letter to her precious daughter.

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Michiko Lindsey and Kimiko Lindsey-Schroder



KIMIKO ANNA LINDSEY-SCHRODER: PROFILE IN COURAGE

I named my daughter Kimiko because in Japanese, “ki” means precious, “mi” means beautiful, and “ko” means child. She may be only one-quarter Japanese but she is a full-blooded precious, beautiful child. I’ve loved her ever since I first dreamed of her when I was fifteen years old, twenty-five years before she was born.

Kimi’s nurse practitioner had pronounced her perfectly healthy at her annual physical on July 29, 2010, a week after her fourth birthday. Six weeks later, on September 10, her daycare provider called me to say that Kimi was crying because her back hurt. I picked her up and took her to Urgent Care, where I was told that she probably had caught a flu bug. Since we were leaving for Japan later that month, I made an appointment with her pediatrician for September 17, just to make sure. On the 15th, I was thrilled when Kimi called from her dad’s to say that her back pain was gone. But later that day, after going to the movies with her Aunt Dee and Uncle Chris, her leg hurt so much that she couldn’t walk. When Chris called me, I said, “I’ll meet you at Urgent Care.”

Thank God that Chris had e-mailed me the night before. After doing some online research and talking to a doctor friend of his, he had recommended that I ask her pediatrician for a CBC (complete blood count) and MRI. He may have saved Kimi’s life because if (more…)

A Father and Daughter’s Second Chance

July 5, 2011

Forgiveness meets acceptance meets wisdom in this powerful story of healing between a father and daughter. The story, written by Patty Rose of Livermore, California, appeared in Guideposts. May you know the peace and joy of healing any relationships in your life that are in need of it.

RECONNECTING THROUGH GOD’S GRACE
She left home at 18, certain she’d never see her father again. Suddenly, with the help of God’s grace, she was caring for him like he’d never done for her.

Patty Rose and her father


The phone call came one cool winter day. It was the manager of the trailer park where my father lived. “Mrs. Rose, something is seriously wrong with your father,” he said. “Would you come down here and check on him?”

It had been a long time since I’d seen my father, and I wasn’t in any hurry to change that. I had left home years ago and never looked back. I married a good man and (more…)

My Mother’s Hands

February 24, 2011

Lori Anne Yang



I was impressed with this post by my friend, Lori Anne Yang. In it, she poignantly shares the very different perspectives of a mother and her daughter.






A LOVE POEM FROM MY DAUGHTER

I had always been very self-conscious about my knobby-knuckled, hard-working hands. Then I was given this poem. It was written by my then twelve-year-old daughter, Piper.

Though this poem was written to me, it is really a love letter to everyone who lifts children up, supports them in fully becoming their truest selves, and creates a soft spot for them to land in troubling times. We may not always hear it expressed in this beautiful way, but it is how our love is received more often than we know. There is truly so much divinity in the everyday.

MY MOTHER’S HANDS
by Piper (at age 12)

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Cinderella

January 15, 2011

I’m a sucker for “Daddy and Daughter” songs, so I can’t help posting Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman. Yep, no matter how much you cherish every moment with your little cub, she’ll grow up faster than you can ever imagine.

Be sure to watch the end of the video. Steven tells a cute story about how he came to write Cinderella.

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Happy Birthday, Erin!

June 2, 2010

Erin on her fourth birthday at Chuck E. Cheese

June 2 is a magical day for me. On this day, thirty-one years ago, my daughter Erin popped out into the world. Whatever I am today, whatever I will be, is because she has graced my life with more love and beauty than I ever dreamed possible. Erin is the greatest gift I could ever give to the world, and it is I who have been showered with blessings in return.

One year ago today, I wrote a post about our tradition of writing an annual birthday letter. There are now (more…)

One More Pitch

August 15, 2008

Eight-year-old Erin and me playing baseball in our front yard

I’ve heard so many men, including some good friends of mine, say that they didn’t spend enough time with their kids while they were growing up because they were so focused on their career. As far as I’m concerned, that’s a tragedy of epic proportions.

One of the things I am proudest of in my life is that I have no regrets about how much time I spent with my daughter, Erin. The many happy times we shared, and the knowledge that she felt—and still feels at 29—unconditionally loved and cherished, is far more valuable than the big bank account I might have had if I had been more focused on making money instead of memories.

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Be Proactive—Create Your Own Sacred Moments!

August 3, 2008
My little bear cub

My little bear cub

News flash: You don’t have to wait for sacred moments to come to you. Create your own by listening to your heart. Years ago, when my daughter was young, I’d stand in the doorway to her bedroom, watching her sleep. I’d close my eyes and imagine she was eighteen, pulling out of the driveway, headed for college. As I watched her wave and drive off, I’d pray with all my heart that I could turn back time and spend just five more minutes with her when she was a wee bairn. Then I’d open my eyes and there she was, still my little girl! And we didn’t have just five minutes, we had years! I practiced this “imagine the future” exercise well into her teenage years. Regularly reminding myself that her adulthood was fast approaching helped me cherish every minute we had together. Erin is now (more…)