This week: What Mama Did
She gave me grace.
In how she lived her life. In her example. In what she lived for me. I saw with my child’s eyes, then with growing eyes, then with adult eyes, and now with my own mother’s eyes, how my own Mama lived grace each day.
|My lovely Mama|
Talking to her now, I know there were struggles. I know she had her frustrations. But she carried them so well – so far removed from me. I wish I could do that better.
The grace she gave me allowed me to come to her to share and talk – even about the hard things. It still does. It continues to draw me back over the years (and miles: we're so far away now, I wish we were closer) – and it continues to be a template I look toward; hoping that I might be able to emulate some of that grace in my own life to give my own daughter something to remember.