My siblings growing up always talked about how spoiled I am by my grandma, and for a while I would disagree--but they are completely right. Whenever I was little, I would always beg my mom to let me go sleep over at my grandmother's house every weekend. She would always buy me the cutest dresses, and I absolutely adored her when I was little. We would plant flowers or watch movies together, and she would always tease me about how much of a mess I would make when we would make Christmas cookies together. Anytime I was sick, I always wanted to go to her house, and without fail, she would always come get me when I became sick at school. Growing up, she always told me that I would stop coming over when I got older and that I wouldn’t want to hang out with her anymore. I always told her she was wrong, but now that I’m older I see what she means.
And it’s not a bad thing; I’m just growing up now, and she knows that. In high school, I was involved in so many things I barely had any free time at all, and when I did, I would be with my friends. I always made sure to go see her, but it definitely wasn’t as much as I was able to when I was younger. Whenever I had anything special going on, she would always be there at least an hour early because I would swear to her, "If you aren’t an hour early, you’re late."
Leaving her to go to college was difficult and a lot harder than I ever expected it to be. I found myself holding back tears when I went to go see her before I left for school, unable to find words to thank her for all she’s done for me and all that she’s continued to do for me. She always teases me that I never call or text her back, but she knows that I’m busy. Every Sunday night I always get a text from her telling me how much she loves me and hopes I have an awesome week at school. Whenever I’m having a bad day at school, she will always answer her phone and give me words of encouragement to keep going.
She helps me learn from the mistakes and hard times in her life. She has always believed in me so much, even when I made stupid mistakes growing up. She not only gave me a loving childhood, she gave me an incredible mom as well. With her becoming older, I find myself worrying about her more than ever. I hate that I’m not at home to see her all the time and make sure she’s okay, but I realize how blessed I am that I have someone in my life like her supporting me while I’m in college. I want to be the kind of person she sees in her eyes, because she believes in me when I don't deserve it.
My grandma is the stubbornest and sassiest person I know, but also my best friend. And I will never find the words to truly explain to her what she means to me and thank her for all she’s done for me--but I hope that this helps.
