Yesterday morning, my adult daughter and I were talking about Laura and her Ma and Mother’s Day. Of course, Mother’s Day didn’t exist during Laura’s childhood, but there was never any doubt that Laura honored her mother. My daughter, Jamie, never became the Laura Ingalls Wilder devotee that I’ve always been, but not through lack of effort on my part. 
As a child, she read the Little House books and enjoyed them, but just never became that fan that I had hoped she’d be. This past Christmas, Jamie created for me some really awesome Little House related gifts which required her to go through and do a quick skim-through of the books.
So, during our conversation earlier she asked me to hand her my copy of The First Four Years. Jamie quickly found the following passage, which takes place in the chapter, The Second Year.
There could be no horseback riding safely with a baby, but Laura did not miss it so much, because Manly fastened a drygoods box in the front of the road-cart, leaving just enough room for Laura’s feet at the end where the driver sat. When the work was done after dinner, Laura would hitch Barnum to the road-cart and with Rose in her pink sunbonnet sitting in the box would drive away wherever she cared to go. Sometimes just to town, but more often to see her Ma and the girls.
It must speak to her of the fondness that Laura felt for her Ma, wanting to take her own daughter to spend time together. Maybe it reminds her of the relationship that she and I shared with my mom, her Gigi, who passed away last summer.
I was overjoyed that she read it, remembered it, and that it meant something to her. Happy Mother’s Day!