On Being the Mother of My Own Story

My Beautiful Brycen (and me).

Watching my Daughter Mother 
is one of the great joys in my life.

When our beautiful mothers and grandmothers are gone, we become the Mother of our own story. Our lives go on but something very pivotal changes without us even realizing it. My mother was a wonderful oral storyteller and when she was gone I become the storyteller in our family. Images she had created for me of our families history or even just life as I grew older became mine to tell.  If I didn't do that for my children they would be gone forever. I need for you to learn from me.

I regret not asking more questions. My mother was not a very positive person and the things I knew about my father's parents were not what they seemed. When my husband began dabbling in genealogy, we discovered wonderful things about them that I would never have dreamed.  I think I was a little afraid to ask or to even do any searching for fear of what I would find.

After my mother was gone I had to find a way to see the world through my own eyes. When I did that, I found that I was surprised at who the people I knew really were. I really do try to make the stories I tell my children and grandchildren as honest as possible without the editorial comments. I want to leave them with the feeling that those that have gone before are part of who they are and give them the sense that it is a very good thing.

The decision to become the Mother of my own story has changed my life and the lives of those around me. What is cannot be changed and no amount of editing can rewrite history or even this very day. As the teller of this story it is my quest to become a shining light. Sometimes my candle grows short but I have found that those around me bring another and I can keep writing and telling the stories they so love.

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