Mothers of faith

I am so, so excited to have this book in my hands. (And in the hands of my mom, who didn’t know about this project at all.) Two years ago I was invited to contribute to a book about mothers of faith. It is always a privilege to write about my mother (and grandmother), though I will never be able to do either of them full justice.

Here’s a closeup of the picture from my wedding day, courtesy of my incredibly talented cousin Justin Hackworth:

Since receiving “Life Lessons from Mothers of Faith” last week, I’ve been poring over its pages. It is a lovely, lovely book, filled with photos, graphics, and most of all, inspiring stories of mothers. You have words from well-heeled, well-known Mormons, but also contributions from those of us who don’t live such a public life.

However, in each case, you come away moved by the impact of good mothers. I have not always been proud to be a mother. There were days in my past when I would have traded it in for almost anything: driving a forklift, sorting trash, banging my head against a wall. Thankfully, we are in happier times. (More on that here.)  However, I read this book and it reiterates my conviction: I am proud to do this. I’m proud to be a mother.

Moreover, I am proud to pay tribute to my own mother, who raised me to believe that being a mother was the greatest aspiration on earth. She was right about that, you know. Happy Mother’s Day to you all!

p.s. With apologies for the back-to-back book reviews. Tomorrow we’ll be back to our regular scheduled programming: muffin-making, lemonade stands, seed planting, backyard tree scandal.

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