Dear Nan,
Well, another Mother's Day has come and gone without you to chatter to over the phone or sip tea with at your lace-clothed dining table. I know I've been a mother myself for the past 25 years, but Mother's Day, for me, never feels like a day to reflect on my own amazingness. Surprise, surprise! Mother's Day has always been a time for me to dwell on Mum in all her loveliness when I was growing up, and of course, you, and how you helped fill the void of missing my own mum.
Since writing these letters to you, I've been thinking a lot about the generations of mothers in our family and how much impact each one has had. There are so many decades and eras that separate us, so many different ways of thinking and doing things—that much is obvious. But there are also lovely threads that run through our family line, binding us together in ways that reveal our similarities and connect us across time.
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