Gifts From My Mothers

From my mother, Shannon, I am grateful for my creativity and appreciation of all things crafted with love from bits of this and pieces of that. Also, for my instincts in the kitchen.

From my great-grandmother, Ellen, who had a sharp eye and a sharper tongue, I am thankful for the lesson of knowing my own opinion.

From Inez, the grandmother who's home was my home, I have a passion for books and learning. I also learned the value and the joy of a good bargain.

From Trudy, the grandmother of special holidays, summer camping trips, and birthday cards never-forgotten, I was shown the beauty of gentleness, which I aspire to.

From Diana, who lovingly mothered me every-other-weekend during those formative years between three and thirteen, I know the time and effort invested is far surpassed by the lasting impact of a holiday morning made wonderfully special for the pure enjoyment and delight of children.

From Debbie, who demonstrates intelligence and capability in moments and projects big and small, I am learning how to take life head-on. I thank her for the lessons of consistency and strength.

From Kathy, my "other mother" from 3rd grade to 12th grade, I am grateful for a gift I really needed during that time: a view of what a "traditional" family looks like from the inside. It's a beautiful thing, sometimes messy, often loud, occasionally bad-tempered, always honest, unconditionally safe, and absolutely not perfect in all the most meaningful and real ways.

Motherhood is a journey and I am truly enjoying the trip thanks to all the mother figures who have come and gone from my life over the years.

Happy Mother's Day