What do you hope the next generation inherits from you?
Becoming a grandma (ah hem, glamma) earlier this month has opened my heart in a new way and has invited a new layer of reflection in my life. My granddaughter has me thinking about lineage, inheritance, and the responsibility of becoming one of the women who will help shape how she understands love, belonging, strength, and her own worth. I have been sitting with the idea of reclaiming the matriarch: returning to a form of feminine leadership rooted in care, wisdom, protection, memory, and devotion to the generations that follow. There is so much I hope she receives from the women who love her. A sense of belonging and confidence in her own knowing. The freedom to grow into herself without worrying about what anyone else thinks. The assurance that she is surrounded by a lineage of women who dreamed, survived, healed, loved, and prepared the way for her arrival. Her life is just beginning, and somehow she has already invited me into a deeper understanding of my own. What do you hope the next generation inherits from you?