This photo from almost eight years ago is three generations of mothers in my family, Nana and me with daughter E holding baby ABC, my first grandchild and Nana’s first great-gandchild.
This Mother’s Day is without Nana, who passed away in May 2019, and with E and ABC living in London, where Mother’s Day was celebrated a couple of months ago.
Here, B baked squash maple muffins for breakfast and is planning a special dinner, chicken and artichokes over artichoke ravioli with a yet-to-be-revealed-to me dessert. Daughter T is here with us, which is a blessing.
Still, if feels strange to not be with any of the other mothers in my family, except in spirit.
I am wearing a shirt that was my mother’s, a gift from our friend Angie, who passed away twenty years ago.
Mother’s Day began as a call for peace. (That post contains Julia Ward Howe’s original proclamation, still well worth reading in our current war-torn world.) Today, I wish peace to all, especially to all who have mothered others, whether still living or deceased.
Love and compassion bring peace.
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happy mother’s day!
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Thanks, Devon! Glad that you were able to celebrate with your mom!
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Thank you for the reminder about the peace origins of Mother’s Day. It is strange to be without a living mother (or father), though they are part of us through genes and their teachings, living in our memories and our hearts.
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Thank you, JoAnna. It’s strange to now be the elders in the family but a comfort to have had the example of our parents to follow.
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I feel the same way.
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In our new home, I’m putting old family photos on the stairway wall. It gives me comfort to feel their spiritual presence.
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That’s beautiful, JoAnna. They are watching over your comings and goings as they give comfort. ❤
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