Love Through the Generations

Mother's Day really does grow more special through the years. Once upon a time I was the child fashioning a Mother's Day craft for the Mom who gave her life to take care of my brothers, and sisters, and me. I have memories of being a very small girl, seated next to her on the couch, while she put shoes and socks on my little feet. I sat on her lap in the rocking chair while she sang "Jesus Loves Me' and let me drink the last few sips of sugar-sweet coffee from the bottom of her cup. I knelt beside her next to my bed when we said our prayers each night...

One day I had a small child of my own followed by several more, but her mothering didn't stop there. Mom was there to answer questions and give advice, never more than a phone call away. She sat on the living room floor and played cars and blocks with my little boys and girls, hosted family picnics in her backyard, and lavished love on each and every grandchild who arrived. Between my sisters, older brother and I there are thirteen.

Now the generations are expanding once more bringing with them new little lives and faces. Now I am the grandmother blessed by the appearance of little ones. I can only imagine Mom must feel doubly blessed as she snuggles one of these tiny children and looks into their eyes.

I am learning that the blessing of Mother's Day doesn't come in cards and gifts, but in the gathering of family. In this I am blessed beyond measure.