My uncle sent me this photo for Mother’s Day. It shows my great-grandmother (far left), my mother, and my grandmother. I love this snapshot of multiple generations gathering together to enjoy sunny summer days and take delight in each other.
My own kids only knew my grandmother for a few years. I’m glad she had a chance to hold them in her arms and sing to them and smile that same beautiful smile. And my mother, my kids’ Nana, is still driving them around and sending them care packages and hemming their pants since her daughter (me) never learned to sew.
It was nice to be celebrated on Mother’s Day by our own kids, but this year I’m feeling even more grateful for all the mothers who went before.
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