I have been thinking of the women in my life from both my mother and father's side of the family, who have lived and loved before me. These are the women who mothered the beautiful, vulnerable, little ones from whom I have become. I wish I had known even a small part of who they were and what their struggles were. I know, for me, it is understood that there were many.
And it is from this pain that is found the greatest teaching. Survival is the legacy we have carried from one to another. Love is what has been sent down each generation, as best they could with what they had to give. Who I am becoming and what I hope to pass on comes from the seeds planted long long ago.