I think all moms at one time or another are shocked and horrified to discover that they have suddenly become their own mom. While I’ve had those moments as well, here’s one thing I’m proud of…

I have twin girls who just turned ten, and during our little bedtime ritual, after we’ve read a book together and I’ve got them tucked in, I sit with each one for a few minutes while they’re winding down. During this time I feel compelled to cradle their cheek in my hand.  They both love this…eyes closed and their little faces beaming…soaking in the love. Their hand usually comes up to meet mine and we share an extraordinary moment of pure love and connection.  The first time this happened, a flood of memory came back to me. This was exactly what my mom did with me when I was young. In fact, I can see and feel her hand even now. I wondered if her mother had done that with her.  Maybe she told me this, or maybe I just sensed it. But it feel real. Since my mother had passed away before my children were born, I truly feel that she is there, in that moment, touching my face, as I touch my daughter’s, in a circle of multi-generational mother-daughter connection.

Just this one thing makes it all worthwhile.