The Modern Matriarch: Inspired by My Mom

It’s the tiniest things that I love about myself that I inherited from my mother. The way my eyes twinkle when I smile, for example. Thank you, Mom.

I have wanted to dedicate a book to my mother for a long time.

Not simply because she is my mother, but because the older I get, the more clearly I see her.

I see the women who poured into her. I see the mothers, grandmothers, and mother-like figures who modeled what it means to leave a legacy. I see the lessons she carried forward. I see the sacrifices she made. I see the standards she held. I see the ways she loved, led, and kept going.

And I see, with increasing clarity, how much of me began with her.

If I were writing this dedication exactly as my heart first conceived it, I would dedicate this book to God the Father, God the Mother, and God the Holy Spirit, with God the Mother being my mama here on earth.

I know that language may make some people uncomfortable.

It may even make my mother uncomfortable.

But I do not know how to see myself and not see God in it. I do not know how to look at my life, my son, my work, my calling, or the women who shaped me and conclude that God is absent simply because none of us are perfect.

I see God in all things.

I see God in all people.