I just read a blog post by Lisa Jakub entitled Mom, Mom’s Mom, Me Under One Roof. It was so well-written and spoke so close to my own truths, I just had to use it to celebrate Mother’s Day. I bring it to you today because I already celebrated Mother’s Day with my husband, my girls and their significant others last weekend. This weekend I’m working and my husband is remaining in NY to head a special project at work.
Last Sunday was my daughter’s wedding shower. Generations of the women in our family were present. One of my daughter’s teacher friends came up to me to tell me how lovely the shower was. She said, “I looked around this room as Erin was opening her gifts and just took in the amazing circles of female friendship she has built in her life. I could just feel the love and energy being passed around.”
She made stop worrying about if everyone had enough food and if the coffee was hot, to stop and take a step back and observe what was happening here today. There I was. A product of my mother and grandmother. I thought back over the years to the showers I attended with them. They are gone now, but they left a mark – a legacy. This is the way it’s done when one of our daughter’s is getting married. My daughter’s learned from the showers they attended with me, as well as with friends. The generations past were still present in that room. Both girls wore grandmothers’ jewelry. Both girls remarked how their grandmothers would’ve loved this or that, from the flowers to the food. Both grandmothers would’ve been proud of the beautiful, bright, and successful women my daughters have become. Both grandmothers would’ve loved the young men each girl brought to the occasion that day.
The best part? Both girls, at times, look at each other and say, “Oh no! I’m becoming Mom!”, just as I look in the mirror and think how I see my mother in me, and my grandmother in my mom. As much as we joke about becoming out mothers, in our family, it’s a good thing.
And so, as another Mother’s Day is about to pass, I hope you find yourself recreated in the women of your past and delight in that recreation. Happy Mother’s Day to all of you…and…I have written.
I am only the “Best Mom Ever” because I have the “Best Daughters Ever”…they have made me who I am today.
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