“From Our Mother’s Hands to Ours”

As we reflect on the beauty and weight of motherhood today, we are reminded that what we do today echoes into generations we may never see.

Motherhood is a journey of planting seeds-some we watch bloom, and others we trust will grow long after we are gone. Yet all of it carries meaning, all of it leaves a mark.

I was raised by a mother who gave birth to eleven children, and later in life, opened her heart even wider by adopting another daughter. That kind of love leaves a legacy.

I am one of five sisters, who with the exception of one, now all have children of our own. Now four of us sisters are blessed to witness something even more beautiful-our daughters stepping into motherhood and raising children of their own. Watching that transition is both humbling and full circle.

Let me tell you, motherhood is no small feat. There are little minds to shape, spirits to inspire, and character to form. It is not for the faint of heart. It requires patience when you feel empty, strength when you feel weak, and faith when you feel unsure.

Motherhood is where you witness your child take their very first steps-those small wobbly movements out of your arms into independence. Those same steps of independence will one day lead them down paths you cannot fully control-paths that may be good or, at times, challenging. And still, you cheer. You guide. You pray. You trust.

Although my mother had the opportunity to see each of us grow into adulthood, she did not live to see her granddaughters become mothers themselves. That is a space in time that feels both full and empty all at once.

I often find myself wondering what she would have thought-to witness her legacy stretching beyond what her eyes could see. To watch the seeds she planted in us take root in another generation. I imagine her smiling, perhaps quietly observing, recognizing pieces of herself in each of them-the strength, the nurturing spirit, the resilience.

Legacy is a powerful thing. It doesn’t end with what we see; it continues in what we pass down-through love, through lessons, through the way we show up for our children and, in turn, how they show up for theirs.

Though she is not here to witness it, her presence is still felt. It lives in the way we mother, in the values we hold, and in the love that continues to multiply through each generation.

Motherhood is a delicate balance of holding on and letting go, of teaching while learning, of loving without limits. This Mother’s Day, we honor not only the mothers who gave us life, but the mothers we have become-and the mothers our daughters are becoming. Each generation carrying forward strength, wisdom, and love.

And that truly is something worth celebrating.

Scripture: “Her children arise and call her blessed.” - Proverbs 31:28