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Thursday, September 25, 2008

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Do you know what time it is?? It is time for another give away. I have the newest 3 Chicken Soup for the Soul books to give to 3 lucky bloggers. These books are brand new, hot off the press, ready to find a new home. I will be giving away a book a week. The give away begins today for the first book - Moms Know Best. All you have to do is leave me a comment and I will randomly pick a winner. See how easy it is??? The give away for this book will be open until next Thursday. At that time I will pick a winner and we will start the next book giveaway.

Here is an excerpt from a Chicken Soup for the Soul book:

Excerpt for Reprint
Title: Chicken Soup for the Soul: Moms Know Best
Editors: Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen and Amy Newmark
Publication date: Aug. 26, 2008
Price: $14.95
ISBN: 978-1-935096-08-5
Story Title: “In Mom We Trust”
Contributor Name: Rebecca Woolf

In Mom We Trust

The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.
~James A. Garfield

My mom embarrassed me. In fifth grade, she was the mom interrupting sex education with my birthday cupcakes.

In seventh grade, she picked up the phone and told me it was bedtime at 9:30 on a Friday night when I was on the phone with Eric, the cute boy in art class.

And after Sam stood me up on the night of winter formal, my mom stormed into his work
and made a scene, demanding he pay for my unused dress and shoes.

Although (I must admit) it would have been classic to see the look
on his face had I been there, I was furious with her for making matters
even more humiliating.

Mom was always there to serve and protect. She was like a superhero who just seemed to make everything worse.
During the middle years when every month brought changes
in bra size, boyfriends and hair color, my mom was as impossible to
hide from as puberty. She was like a supernatural force, a divine spirit
with psychic abilities. If I made any sort of mistake, she knew about
it before I walked through the front door. She had a sixth sense, and
it wasn’t fair. My friends could experiment and lie and be out past
curfew, and their parents would never in a thousand years catch on.
As for me, if I were to even sample a beer or inhale one drag of a cigarette,
my mom knew. As a result, by high school I had learned that it was best for me not to lie — after all, I knew better. I had a mom who
knew everything, anyway.

And then there was a night when I couldn’t be honest. All my
friends were making a journey down to Mexico for the evening. The
boy I especially liked invited me to come along. He was older and
had a car. I really, really wanted to go. I had resisted in the past,
but this time I found myself agreeing to the invitation. (My parents
thought I was spending the night with my best friend.) We went, and
it was fun and dangerous and stupid, and GREAT! Luckily, we made
it home safely that night, and I spent the night at a friend’s house.
His parents weren’t home, but if they had been, I have a feeling they
wouldn’t have cared that ten high-schoolers were gathered in their
living room after a night in Tijuana. They were the type of parents
who just didn’t seem to care all that much about anything, which at
the time I thought was pretty cool.

The morning after my little rebellious experience, my dad opened
the front door to greet me.
“Hi Bec,” he cheered. My mother put down her dishtowel and
kissed me on the cheek. I waited for her to notice something different
about me, something that might lead her to believe that I had been
up to no good.
“I’m gonna take a shower now,” I began.
She didn’t say anything. She just hugged me tightly and asked
me not to forget to clean my room. I spent twenty minutes in the
shower wondering what I should do. My mom would surely figure it
all out sooner or later. Should I tell her?

I decided to stay rigid. I was a good little actress. I could cover
for myself if I needed to. A lie (just this once) couldn’t hurt anyone.
When I came down for breakfast, I waited for the inquisition, but to
my surprise, it never came. Mom’s crystal ball must have been cloudy
that day, and for once, she didn’t suspect a thing. I was in luck. I was
relieved. I was shocked. I was guilty.

My conscience caught up with me after a few days. I couldn’t
stand it anymore and I told Mom everything, every detail. She cried,
of course, scared for my life, afraid of what could have happened to
me, and through her gentle tears she grounded me — for an entire
month! Why, might you ask, did I tell her? Trust me, I asked myself
that same question every day of that miserable month. I could have
gotten away with it. I know that for a fact — or do I?
Sooner or later she would have probably found out about everything.
And if that had happened, she would have not only grounded
me, but would have lost all of her trust in me, as well. You see, after
the Mexico incident, after I had confessed and then served my sentence,
I eventually earned back my parents’ trust. In return, I was
given a later curfew, not to mention more privileges.
I didn’t tell my parents everything after that. Instead, we had a
system. I told Mom and Dad where I was going, when I would be
back and the important things that were happening in my life. It
turned out that superpsychic mom was cooler than I had originally
thought. I liked that she cared about me and my life, and I really
liked being able to share with her.

Over the years, Mom’s embarrassment factor has dimmed like
an old night light, but she remains the raging superhero she always
was. Even though I’m living one hundred miles away, she brings me
soup if I’m sick, helps with my work when I’m swamped and makes
sure that boyfriends are treating me right. She still has her crystal
ball on hand and will often call me on a bad day to cheer me up even
before I tell her that I was just fired, dumped or just plain lonely. She
has grown to be my best friend, and even though I don’t live at home
anymore, I still confide in her and tell her everything. Well — almost.

~Rebecca Woolf
Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Love & Friendship


Mother Goose said...

ok, i just adore this sappy stuff!

Anonymous said...

love the story. sounds like you mommy.

bermudabluez said...

Oh, this reminds me so much of my mom.....I still miss her even though she has passed away. Those chicken soup books are pretty tear-jerking! But I love them all the same!

Tera said...

Okay, I really wanna win the Moms & Sons book, but I'm not one to pass up any good book! So, please enter me in your contest. Maybe it'll be my lucky day.

Thanks Alison!

Mamarazzi said...

LOVE the excerpt you chose, love it!

i want some chicken soup for the soul. i forgot ALL about these books. i am going to run out and Get J one for teenage girls.

enter me...i love a giveaway!!

Bobbie said...

Would love to have the book. My mom has been gone for a long time but I still miss her.
Angel Hugs...
Chemo angel Bobbie

Bobbie said...

Would love to have the book. My mom has been gone for a long time but I still miss her.
Angel Hugs...
Chemo angel Bobbie

Clair said...

I would love to win. clairjuly at yahoo dot com

grace said...

I have never read any of these books, I bet you cannot believe that...if, I win one, it will be my first one to read

kamewh said...

I would love to read this! I t has been awhile since I have read a Chicken Soup for the Soul book!

karisma said...

Wow you have been busy! I miss a few days and see several posts at once! I have not read these books but have heard of them!

BS said...

I really enjoy this series of books - glad that new ones come out all the time.