![]() Place puff pastry on parchment paper-lined baking sheet. *Lemon Curd Recipe from Barefoot Contessaġ sheet frozen puff pastry, thawed (1/2 of 17.3 ounce package)ġ/4 cup lemon juice (from above mentioned lemons) And if you’re mother is around, tell her how much you love her today. Pre-made puff pastry makes this tart an easy dessert while a homemade lemon curd makes it bright and flavorful. She loves lemon meringue pie, and while I didn’t have enough time to whip egg whites into those delicate white peaks, Lucy did grant me an hour so I could make this simple yet elegant tart. I made this lemon puff pastry tart for my mom. There has been no greater role in my life. I’m sitting here, with Lucy in my arms, and I’m praying that our bond will grow and flourish over the next ten, twenty, thirty, forty years…and that she too will one day join me in the occupation of MOTHER. I’m sitting here, in the knowledge that new life can bring so much joy while also digging up buried pain. He misses him, and my heart aches for him, and yet I see our little girl offering more healing to that wound than anyone has been able to thus far.Īnd so I’m sitting here, thankful that my mom has been my constant support and companion over these last 26 years. Ryan lost his father several years ago, and I can see occasional glimmers of that loss permeating the joy he has when he holds Lucy. And so even as I celebrate this multi-generational bond, I realize that for many people, the transition into parenthood can be rife with pain. I know many people, my older sisters foremost in my mind, who lost their mothers far too young. To be allowed to participate in this generational mothering is one of the greatest blessings I’ve ever received.Ī mother’s love is the foundation of a human being’s life. ![]() The tears I cried that day were full of joy and gratitude. There was nothing in the world that could change or diminish my love for Lucy, and I recognized that I’d been allowed to grow in that same unconditional love my entire life. As I held my daughter in my arms for the first time, I finally realized how much my mother had loved me. The moment after I welcomed Lucille into the world, I told my doula to bring my mom into the delivery room. Having a daughter has made me appreciate the bond I have with my mother even more. And then I thought back to my earliest memories of childhood and how her presence, then almost larger than life, infused those memories with a soft sweetness. I looked at her fingers and realized I knew them almost as well as my own. I sat beside my mother and watched the way she held her fork in her hand. We celebrated my sweet mother’s birthday yesterday–and Lucy went to her first fancy restaurant (she slept the entire two hour meal, Praise God!) We dined on delicately prepared sea bass and trout as we passed around the bread basket and shared stories of the past few weeks.
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