Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul pays tribute to motherhood—the universal calling that requires the skills of a master mediator, mentor, cook and counselor. From stories about moms-next-door to celebrity contributions by Barbara Bush, Reba McEntire, Joan Rivers and Erma Bombeck, the book relates shining examples of a mother’s love that are cherished forever in the hearts and lives of the people they touched.
“Motherhood is one of the most rewarding experiences of life. Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul captures the essence of this precious experience.”
“As ‘The Mommies’ we know that the biggest gift you can receive is to know that you’re not alone! Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul does just that by touching you at the core and bringing you tenderly back to the true meaning and reverence of motherhood.”
“It’s a warm, touching book that will make you laugh and cry as we celebrate being women together.”
“Thank you, Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul, for the stories that express the exquisite beauty of love between mother and child. Your perspective reminds us of what is really important in life.”
“Sitting down to read Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul is a treat! The stories are powerful, heartwarming and full of life. Every story speaks to me of the depth and power of the love between mother and child.”
“This tender, deep attunement between mother and child that starts before birth and continues throughout life is beautifully expressed in the stories of Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul.”
“No matter what I do in life, my most important accomplishment will be mothering my two daughters and sons. Each time I read the stories in Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul I laugh and cry and snuggle up to warm, wonderful motherly memories that fill my heart until it’s nearly bursting.”
Where there is great love there are always miracles.—Willa Cather
This is a family story my father told me about his mother, my grandmother.
In 1949, my father had just returned home from the war. On every American highway you could see soldiers in uniform hitchhiking home to their families, as was the custom at that time in America.
Sadly, the thrill of this reunion with his family was soon overshadowed. My grandmother became very ill and had to be hospitalized. It was her kidneys, and the doctors told my father that she needed a blood transfusion immediately or she would not live through the night. The problem was that Grandmother’s blood types was AB-, a very rare type even today, but even harder to get then because there were no blood banks or air flights to ship blood. All the family members were typed, but not one member was a match. So the doctors gave the family no hope; my grandmother was dying.
My father left the hospital in tears to gather up all the family members, so that everyone would get a chance to tell Grandmother good-bye. As my father was driving down the highway, he passed a soldier in uniform hitch-hiking home to his family. Deep in grief, my father had no inclination at that moment to do a good deed. Yet it was almost as if something outside himself pulled him to a stop, and he waited as the stranger climbed into the car.
My father was too upset to even ask the soldier his name, but the soldier noticed my father’s tears right away and inquired about them. Through his tears, my father told this total stranger that his mother was lying in a hospital dying because the doctors had been unable to locate her blood type, AB-, and if they did not locate her blood type before nightfall, she would surely die.
It got very quiet in the car. Then this unidentified soldier extended his hand out to my father, palm up. Resting in the palm of his hand were the dog tags from around his neck. The blood type on the tags was AB-. The soldier told my father to turn the car around and get him to the hospital.
My grandmother lived until 1996, 47 years later, and to this day no one in our family knows the soldier’s name. But my father has often wondered, was he a soldier or an angel in uniform?
—Jeannie Ecke Sowell
Feedback from readers…
“A young man phone into a North Carolina radio station where I was being interviewed about Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul and said that the book had probably saved his marriage. He explained that he and his wife had been having problems when they read a story in the book about an elderly couple in a nursing home. They decided that they wanted to have that kind of love when they got old, and that they would do whatever it took to make sure that happened!”
“When the day of [my daughter’s departure for an overseas program in Ireland] arrived, she and I worked very hard to ‘keep it together’ and not let anyone know of our anguish. Early that day, we found some time to just be alone together. As I sat on the edge of her bed, Lisa reached into her nightstand and surprised me with a gift of your book. Each selection in the book has a date on it I have faithfully read just one story each night even though I am tempted to go on and on. The stories have given me faith and courage and a smile to keep me going until her plane lands later this month.”