My Visit to Grandma's

I went to see my grandmother today.  It was, as usual, a very relaxing and fun experience.  She weeds her garden before lunch and even takes the time to walk up and down her street to gossip with the other ladies.  Today she told me about another lady who tends to steal all of the neighbor's plants.  I guess asking for a cutting is out of style?  She has always been very direct but, I think she has lifted several filters now that I am grown.  It is nice to be and adult and talk to my grandma.

She taught me so much as a child, how to sew, how to grow a garden, the list goes on.  (My mom showed me some of her best tricks too.) As an adult she has taught me about honesty with myself.  She is brutally honest--to a fault many times.  But, that doesn't mean she doesn't recognize where she has gone wrong.  This is a skill that I still have to work on tirelessly.

I know that my visits with grandmother are rich now--but the days I spent with her as child were no less lustrous.  Those days are a part of who I am today.  I love that and I love her.  That is why I am happy to spend a few bucks on lunch at Burger King or the local thrift store.  I don't mind looking at all of her pieced quilts.  I love when she shows me her newest addition to her garden and then gives me a lesson on how to propagate the plants.  I enjoy listening to her talk about how healthy she is and how she thinks she will live to be 100 years old (I want her to be around when I am 100 years old).  I smile when she contradicts herself and love when she makes herself laugh.  I visit her as often as possible.

(my mom's bleeding heart grows wild in my garden) 

One day I hope to be a grandmother and to have grandchildren.  I hope to love them the way my grandmother loves me.  I hope to love them the way my mother loves my own children.  I have a lot of respect for my mothers and hope my daughter and sons will too.