More than anything, I wish motherhood came with the accumulated wisdom of our mothers, grandmothers and great-grandmothers.
I look at my own mom, who raised the four of us...often while going back to school, making a farming income possible, and finding ways to supplement it with her talents.
My Grandma, widowed with three teenage daughters at home...the mother of six total, including two sets of twins.
My Grammy, who went back to school at a time when women rarely did, while raising four children and putting up with my Papa.
My great-grandmothers... one who came to California during the Dust Bowl from Oklahoma, canning her own gravy to eat on the road. Another who grew up in San Francisco, was a child during the great earthquake and cooked not only for her own family, but for others in restaurants and logging camps in Yosemite. And still another who grew up, the eldest of a very large family...with so little, and yet had a gift of hospitality that inspires me still today.
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