By Pat Robinson
Published: May 7, 2015
My three children were born within 2 ½ years… a daughter and twins, a son and a daughter. As the years went by, we created memories that will last forever in my mind and heart. It was near the lake, the sun flooding through the trees.
Squatting in a circle, we took turns adding sticks to a teepee-shaped woodpile. It felt like I was passing on something really important… perhaps it was love more than a way of building a fire. Later, in the darkness of the night, we shared stories, laughed and roasted marshmallows around the glow of the flames.
It has always been the simple things that have made the biggest memories. Whether we were creating bond fires, cooking our ritual Friday night nacho dinner or playing with a pet, our lives were being woven together in a way that I still feel all these years later.
Had I not been a mother, I would have missed living itself… so many memories, so much love… and to see one of my “children” as a mother to her own two little ones, l count my blessings as mother and grandmother all in the same breath.
