wow! reading this again-and then some-makes me feel inadequate.
linda maumus

Sweet Linda. Thank you. We all leave legacies, don’t you worry. I know one of yours will be your beautiful love for your grandbabies. There is also a lot of hope for the world when you can look at your children and know that they’re good people. And yours are! Also, raising them Episcopal wasn’t so bad, eh? ;) Good kids don’t happen by themselves. (A side note: I didn’t think my mom even *liked* me until last year, when she went on sabbatical from being a deacon and we had more time to spend together. This happened just before her diagnosis. Before this time, my sister and I made a list of all the good stuff, partly because our mom wasn’t a huge part of our lives due to teaching full time and being a deacon on Sundays, and we missed her I think, and so we made this list and we realized how much amazingness our mama contributed to who we were. Who has a mom that doesn’t tell them they’re getting fat or that boys won’t like them without makeup? Not a ton where I grew up. My mom crossed so many ridiculous hurdles to make the life she wanted. Her mother basically hissed as language, her father ex-patriated to Nicaragua when she was 18 and married someone not much older than her. She made it through some pretty devastating circumstances and is very self-made. And she has four really kind children and lots of cute grandbabies. And that says a lot.

So don’t worry about your legacy, you’re already making beauty in your day to day, and even if your kids describe you as wacky, well, isn’t full of love and wacky something special? (By the way, they’ve never said that. I find you quite wacky, though, in such a fun and endearing way!) Much love to you from Georgia ❤️

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