That evening, my 16-year-old and I attended a wake. As I hugged my friend mourning her mom, I saw her child hand her tweezers from her purse. She explained, “I threw everything in here, just in case. My mom always did that for us.”
I thought about grandmas and their magic purses, how mothers love through small acts—nagging, setting boundaries, cooking meals, or simply being there.
Yesterday, the universe reminded me of the love woven into these moments across three generations. A mother’s love isn’t in grand gestures but in countless small, selfless acts that shape our lives.
Love your people today in every little way. Cherish how they show love to you. These moments are precious. ♥️