Friday, May 7, 2010
My mother, 1930, West Hartford
Sunday is Mother's Day, and I celebrate it as the Sandwich Generation gal I am: I have a mother who is older now, and I am a mother myself. In the classic tradition of selfless motherhood, I gear the day toward my mother rather than myself.
We will probably have brunch at the club, which my mother likes. And we will probably then go for a drive, which she also likes. My children (18 and 13) are quite patient with this tradition, although they realize it supercedes what they might otherwise plan for their own mother for the day.
I remind them that their grandmother was once young, too.
She is a very old-school New England lady from West Hartford CT, when it really said something to be from West Hartford. She is the real deal, and continues to be a reminder of what truly matters: character, character, character. All my frivolousness certainly has no origin with her.
My own journey to motherhood has been an adventure...one for another post. But my adventure as a daughter continues, and for that I am thankful.
Mummy, New York, 2008
Love you Babsy,
- Anne Lake
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