I’ve been thinking about legacy: what one generation passes to the next, individually and collectively.
My road trip with Mom kicked this train of thought into high gear. More than ever, I was cognizant of myself as daughter, mother, and… self. Childhood memories merged with thoughts of parenting my daughter, which swirled into a poignant awareness of the care my mother now needs from me…
It was like seeing myself refracted through a prism. How’s that for a mindblower?
As I revisited the links I set aside to share with you, it became clear that generational handoff has been on my mind for a while.
I’m interested to hear what you think, especially as many of you are in the swirl of your own big transitions. (I’ve been beaming supportive vibes to those of you in the approach to high school graduation.)
And now, for some good stuff. — ❤️ Asha
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