On this Mother’s Day, I count myself incredibly fortunate to have two wonderful women in my life: my Mom, whose love and belief in me has never wavered, and my mother-in-law, who has opened her heart to me as a fourth daughter. I appreciate both of them beyond words. I also cherish the memories of my grandmothers, Nora (Eberhard) Ballenger and Wilma (Steele) Herrel, whose stories, songs, and traditions provided much of the basis for my interest in family history.
And on Mother’s Day especially, I count my blessings for the ones who define my own role as a mother. I have three great kids who constantly amaze, amuse, occupy, challenge, delight, and enrich me. They are the heart and soul of my life. While I don’t talk about them much here on my blog, they’re always on my mind, and I’m so proud of each of them.
Of course, generations of mothers have shared this kind of joy in their children. I think one of the benefits of being a genealogist isn’t just learning to find information, analyze evidence, and draw sound conclusions. It also lies in something less tangible, which is feeling—and valuing—the links that bind one generation to another. From past to present to future. I hope that quality is part of the legacy I’m weaving for my kids—something that helps them know who they are, and where they came from. To me, as a mom and a family historian, that feels like something worthwhile.
Happy Mother’s Day to all!