The Generations

The time has come to step aside. It’s been a very lovely ride. I trained my darling daughter well. It’s she who rings the dinner bell on holidays and lets me rest. She aces each and every test. Proving herself every bit as able as I to set Thanksgiving table, she feeds her twenty-two hungry guests without a sign of being stressed. So I feel needed, I surmise, she allowed me to make the pies. She never loses her sweet smile. For each grandchild she stops awhile to hug, to listen and to praise as I did in the olden days. Daughter, mother and grandmother, she’s as good at one role as the other. The day will come I know it’s true when she will give soup ladle to her own sweet daughter next in line. She’ll step aside this child of mine, to sit and rest and watch her daughter do as her loving mother taught her. I watch her now with love and pride this woman whom I helped to guide to the super mother she became. Her daughters now are in the game. They’re teaching the new generation to be the next great mom sensation. And so it has been through the years, moms giving love and shedding tears, each passing on her mothering lore learned from mothers who came before.