My Mother and Grandmothers Are Me

Recognizing our ancestors in us helps us accept and be content with who we become.

Photo by Christian Bowen on Unsplash

I have a story that sits inside. It’s about me. My mother. Her mother. And her mother. Back through the many years. I didn’t know them past my great-grandmother who I was terrified of as a small child. She just sat in her chair mumbling and drooling. Occasionally she’d reach out a hand to me staring at me with foggy, wet…