"A grandmother is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher and always a best friend." — Sophie Morgan
Grandmothers are something else for sure. They love unconditionally, they spoil you and always make sure you're fed, but most importantly, they're always your number one fan. They're your go-to if you need to tell someone something, and you're not quite ready to tell Mom.
Like in my previous article, I make no promises that I won't cry while writing this.
My grandmother, Gaga, is the epitome of a woman. She's as sweet as honey and as strong as an oak tree. I've never met a woman so kind and elegant. The way she moves in the kitchen while she bakes or how she hardly ever shows her anger really does speak volumes of this God-fearing woman. I can't help but thank God every day for blessing me with this woman in my life. God really hung the moon when He created Gaga.
Growing up, I can't remember a day when Gaga wasn't there for me. I saw her every day after school and every Sunday in the pew at church. After church we'd go back to her house for a family lunch, and we'd laugh about the things that happened during the week at school. Sometimes they'd end in a lesson on why I shouldn't be chasing boys around on the playground, or how I should sit like a lady when I wear a dress (sorry, Gaga, I'm still working on sitting like a lady).
Throughout my childhood, my grandmother has taught me many things, like how to sew, how to bake, how to not put rouge on my forehead even though that's how the picture showed it and how to paint just my nails instead of half my hand in the process. This woman has helped shape me into the woman I am today. I'm kind to everyone I meet, I smile at strangers, I hold on to keepsakes like pictures and movie ticket stubs and birthday cards, and I found a love for the outdoors and gardens and flowers all because of her.
I don't think there is anything my grandmother can't do. She cooks, she cleans, she gardens (and when I say gardens I mean it looks like a Better Homes and Gardens garden), she sews and hems, and she still finds time in her day to call and check on her family and tend to her husband.
I remember countless nights when Gaga would tuck me into bed, lay down beside me and tell me bedtime stories. I would usually choose between the "Three Little Pigs" and "Goldilocks and the Three Bears." The best part was that she would tell me these stories over and over until I would fall asleep. When I'd wake up in the morning, I'd hear my grandfather calling down the hallway that breakfast was ready. Once Gaga and I were in the kitchen, we'd say the blessing and exchange a round of "Good mornings" and "I love yous."
There has never been a time when I have doubted my grandparents' love for each other. It shows every day in the way they speak to each other, the way they just know the right amount of sugar or creamer to put in the other one's coffee or how Gaga would let Papa read the newspaper in the morning and she would wait until the afternoon to look at it.
All of the love and memories and cherished time with this beautiful woman is such a blessing, and I will forever be thankful for her. I love you to the moon and back, Gaga!
Got some memories of your grandmother? Share them with me in the comments!
