I doubt her Nana needed the help; she was a wealthy woman with a full household staff to do the chores. So it says something to me about motherly love, that this rather patrician woman invented a "job" for her granddaughter to help her feel important and appreciated.
This is my mother, Edna Jr., being held by her mother, Edna Sr., on that same swing. I knew Edna Sr. very well; she was my favorite grandparent. My Nana was the embodiment of motherliness. She unconditionally loved my mom--her only child--and her four grandchildren:
This is my mother, Edna Jr., holding me. I'm only a few weeks old, the fourth of four children. I can see fatigue and pride in my mother's face:
This is me, with my first baby, Lovely Daughter #1. I was weak-kneed with sleep deprivation, but so happy to at last be a mom:
This is my mother, my Nana, and me, on the deck of a rented cabin in Malibu, California. I'm about 3 or 4 years old. There's so much love in this photo!:
Happy Mother's Day!