By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Today is my youngest granddaughter’s birthday. It is also my mother’s.
When girl-child number 3 was born, I felt an ancestral connection run through me that I’d not felt before. July 3 linked my granddaughter to my mother in a special way, with me as the conduit.
The date shouldn’t have mattered, but somehow it did. Somehow it brought my mother into the picture as I imagined what she’d think of her tiniest descendant.
What would she tell her great-granddaughter? What bit of wisdom would she pass on? Would it be something she’d passed on to me?
And suddenly I knew.
My mother taught me many things, and I’ve mentioned them on this blog before. Some of that knowledge is obsolete today because of changes in fashion, technology, and societal norms.
But one directive remains applicable regardless of the decade or century, regardless of political or social climate. The one single thing I want to teach my granddaughter is the most important thing my mother taught me:
“Love Jesus more than anyone. Even me.”
If I can plant this single truth into the next generation of my family—in all the girls and all the boys—then I will have given them the most precious birthday gift of all.
And it will result in many happy returns of the day.