“If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully. . .The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother’s life . . . the stronger the daughter.”
~ Anita Diamant, The Red Tent
After supper I pull out a tattered photograph album and while Makiya eats ice cream (three different kinds in one bowl, thank you very much!) we three take a meandering walk through the past–daughters looking at images of mothers taken long ago.
I am taken back to days that were harsh and yet filled with the blessings that come from mothering small children. It was a different time; I was a different woman and yet, in many ways, the same.
I watch the face of both of my girls as we turn the pages. Makiya is delighted at photos of her mom as a child, and there is much laughter and conversation as we explain situations and answer her questions. I wonder what Laurinda is thinking; I pray that the happy memories outnumber the rest.
This morning as I sit in a few moments of quiet I am overflowing with gratitude for this time with my girls doing simple, everyday things together and enjoying one another’s company. I feel blessed beyond measure.
I’d like to write more but there’s no time now. In the days to come, as I ruminate on these precious times, I’ll put words down to help me sort through it all. For now, I hear movement coming up the stairs. The day is starting.