Summer has officially arrived and Canadians everywhere are doing what they love to do a lot: complaining about the weather. Not me. I'm so glad to see summer. I am glad to have my bike out; to be wearing sandals and getting pedicures. I'm glad that the city festival season is in full swing; that I am going up to the cottage soon; that my skin is turning brown and that there is colour everywhere. I’m glad to be spending entire days outside; that the harbour is filled with boats and the Harbourfront filled with tourists. I’m glad for the long days and that the summer solstice is almost here. I’m glad for the abundance of fresh foods, and especially glad for having people I love to share it with and a rooftop patio to share it on.
Last evening my mother and I were treated to a gorgeous dinner of pasta with shrimp by my daughters at their place. That my girls have created such a warm and comfortable home gives me a lot of pleasure. We love to celebrate over meals in our family; it's fortunate that we all love good food, and take its nourishment both physically and spiritually. As such, events around shared meals are always happy times for us, and they always include lingering conversations around the table.
It’s magical to celebrate the thread of generations running through us. My sisters and I have always regretted not having ever known our maternal grandmother, for she is no doubt a source of a substantial part of our sensibilities - the way we see and experience things. But we feel it; somehow we know this element of us, and that’s the magic part.
And yesterday I was celebrating my mother. Steadfast in her love and support, she’s always had my back, from the time I was little to me now at 49. She is wise, sensible, spiritual, gentle and faithful. She’s a friend, role model and confidante. She passed on to me a love of simple pleasures, home cooking, natural fibres, nature and a comfortable home. And nice feet.
Yesterday was the day we celebrated it, but every day I’m thankful for my beautiful mother, and the line of strong and wise women behind her, who through that golden thread of ancestry have shaped who my daughters and I have become.