I’m descended from a line of spirited women. The Jones Girls, as we’ve come to be called among family circles.
The lot of us are derived from my great-grandparents, Nannie Mama and Granddaddy Jones, who immigrated to America from England in 1907 and went on to have seven living children. While I hear Nannie Mama was the very essence of refined English gentility, Granddaddy was apparently a feisty one – a defining trait he passed on to at least three of his five daughters, my beloved Nana among them.
And so it began.
The Jones Girls are a sassy bunch. We are stubborn, strong-willed, and opinionated. And we also love to talk.
Our menfolk, by contrast, tend to be the strong, silent types. And also very tired.
Such is the legacy of my maternal lineage. And for the second year in a row, I was blessed to spend Mother’s Day happily ensconced between two ladies who, along with myself, share the aforementioned qualities that have been passed down through generations; Daughter to one and mother to the other – she who embodies the spirit of her late great-grandmother in so many wonderful ways.
And as I continue to observe the unique dynamic between the three of us, I can’t help but admire the women in my family.
And feel proud to be called a Jones Girl.
Did you have a nice Mother’s Day?