|We'll use Grama's fine China at dinner tonight.|
I do wish that I could also share my children and what I've learned from them with my Grama. I would love to tell her about their silliness, about their accomplishments, and about my experiences as a mom. I know I wouldn't just tell her about the very good things. I'd be able to tell her the very sad and frustrating things, too. On days when frustrations do mount, I find myself thinking about Grama. I ask myself, What would she do... I wonder, What would she say... I imagine, Who would she seek out...
If Grama ran into the kinds of problems I've had to solve, I know that she would first start with prayer. I don't always remember to do that as quickly as I imagine she did, but when I do remember to pray, I draw upon the same devotion she had -- the Blessed Mother. Doing that helps me keep her memory alive. My Mom keeps her Mami's spirit alive, too. She does that with each story she tells my kids and with each photo from her childhood that she shares with them. Even though they never got to meet Grama, they know that she was not just a kind, caring, beautiful woman, she was--and will always remain--a very important person in my life.
Once we turn the calendar page to May, I begin to recall many fond memories from my childhood. Those memories always include my Grama and my Mom. Before I forget that the day is also reserved for me, my kids begin to recall and share all the fun things they've gotten to do with me over the years. Knowing that their happiest memories includes things they've done with me and for me makes my heart fill with joy.
|One of the kiddos found a |
heart-shaped rock on Mother's Day!