Until I became a grandmother two-plus years ago, I never fully understood the joy this stage in life would bring. There is nothing quite like being a grandparent. To watch your own child parent his/her son or daughter, to feel that connection of generations is to experience a new type of love.
The legacy of faith my father left was among his greatest gifts to me. He taught me the importance of rising on Sunday morning to attend worship services followed by Sunday School. He taught me the importance of bowing my head and folding my hands before digging my fork into a meal of meat, potatoes, gravy and whatever side vegetable Mom pulled from the garden or freezer or dirt-floored cellar. He taught me the importance also of thanking God for all we had, which by today’s standards, wasn’t much.
No matter your stage in life, whether young mom or aging mom, young dad or aging dad, or not even a parent, May marks the time to celebrate motherhood.