She hummed a song to us in Dutch, and I listened with my elbows on the table, to this woman with sterling silver hair. We were there, young moms and grandmothers, gathered around round tables with coffee mugs and plates of squares, learning from each other. It felt like Mary at the feet of Jesus, and we were asking them questions like "How did you teach your children about Jesus?" and "How did you raise them to respect their elders?" and "What are your favorite songs?"

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