The Gift of a Grandma

I want to be Grandma when I grow up.

Note I didn’t say a Grandma, although that will be good many years from now.  When it’s time.

But no, I want to be Grandma.  Wanna be just like her.

She’s not even biologically my Grandma.  She is the grandmother of my dear friend.  I heard about her long before I met her, but when I finally did, she did not disappoint.  She was every bit as kind and genteel and lovely and grace-filled as I had thought she would be.  And so much more.

It takes a village y’all, and Grandma is a big believer in that.  It’s not so much that she’s said those words as that she lives them.  At one point, I was talking to my friend about her grandmother, and I referred to her as “Grandma.”

“Oh, sorry, I mean, you know.  Your Grandma.”

“Oh no, you can call her that too.  Everybody does.”

And from that moment, she became my Grandma too.  Because you can never have too many of those strong, wise, and wonderful women loving and encouraging you.

We don’t get to visit very often.  But Grandma indulges me by reading my stories and encouraging me in my writing.  She has come to know Aub, our Princess, and Cooter through the stories here.  And they became hers too.

I found out today just how much they are hers.  We stopped by to see my friend and Grandma and their family.  GM got up from her seat and went to a table behind the sofa.  She brought over two of her handcrafted treasures, handing one to me for Cooter (who wasn’t with us) and another to our Princess.  She looked at Aub and smiled.  “I’m working on yours.”


What a precious treasure we have in our life.  Grandma had made Princess a doll cradle purse.  When she opened up the purse, there was a sweet baby doll sleeping in her own bed, complete with pillow, blanket, nightgown, and bonnet.  So very sweet.  For Cooter she’d made a hand puppet owl.  GM had wondered if our Princess still liked dolls.  She certainly does, and she adores her new baby.  This gift filled her with joy, and she hasn’t let her out of her sight since she got her.  And what GM didn’t know was that a couple of weeks ago Cooter had a pair of socks on his hand, making them talk and do all kinds of funny things.  This owl will be much loved and played with, just as the doll will.


For a long, long time.

Tonight I am thankful for my friend who shares her grandmother with us so generously.  I give thanks for the life of Grandma and her generous, sweet spirit.  She has a gift of crocheting and is really good at it.  She uses it to bless so many who are hers and many who are not.  She and those like her are the reason I find myself rescuing handmade crocheted and knitted blankets from the GW Boutique and other places like that.  The amount of love and thought and time that goes into making each one–priceless.  I can’t bear to leave all that love behind.

Most of all I’m thankful to be a part of Grandma’s village.  One who gets to see her smile and hear her sweet voice.  I hope to be just as generous with what I have and all that I am, just like her.

May you all find someone to love and be loved by.  May you find your own “Grandma” or be that loving soul for another.

Love to all.  (And especially you, Grandma–thank you for loving us!)