I never dreamed I’d be writing a book about her…my late adoptive mom, that is.
It felt like I never loved her…in fact, I hated her.
Now, something quite unexpected is happening.
Warm memories are surfacing. I can smell her apple pie, see her take care of my kitty, and feel her gentle hands rubbing warm oil on my childhood asthmatic chest.
Had something changed in my brain?
Why the warm memories?
After all, mom died 37 years ago and my lifelong memories of her were far from warm. Instead, I remembered daily fighting matches.
Where did the memories come from?
Were they stored somewhere deep inside?
At the same time, I was learning about legacy and how it is a gift from one generation to the next.
Could I be discovering mom’s legacy to me at this late date–the seventh chapter of life?
A few months later, I was asked to speak to a group of adoptive and foster mamas in Pennsylvania.
The meeting planner asked about the topic and it was then that I took a leap and asked if I could share these memories along with truths about how mamas can create a legacy, even if their kiddos aren’t ready to receive it.
Before delivering my message, I felt like a scared cat delivering a dead mouse at the door.
How could these weary mamas who were parenting kids with severe behaviors possibly be edified?
Much to my surprise, their faces were welcoming.
How amazing these turn of events are!
I thought I was done writing books and speaking, but now I’m writing a book about mamas leaving a legacy.