I remember when her mother died. Mom’s heart was broken, and I understood.
I remember the first Mother’s Day after her mother died. Mom and I and my daughters went to a Mother/Daughter Banquet. I was celebrating her – my mother, and I told her so. But Mom was not celebrating. Her heart was broken from the loss of her own mother, my Grandma Locke. And I understood.
Nonetheless, I celebrated her — with my unfailing love and my joy in hers. I shared my thankful heart — for her tender care, for her prayers, for the heritage she was giving — and for all she would continue to give — to me and to my daughters.
When honoring a mother, a daughter’s joy cannot be contained. It is contagious to the mother. And it is healing.
So on that day — that Mother’s Day — Mom knew that her own mother’s legacy had not died with her mother. She knew that it continued in herself and in turn, in me, and then, in my daughters.
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So today, Mom, I celebrate and honor you and the legacy you have passed on.
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