To Be Like Her

27 Feb

When I was five my grandmother used to brush the tangles out of my hair and listen to all of my troubles. With each stroke of the brush she made my worries all go away. As if it were magic. She hung on my every word and made me feel like I was so… important. She taught me about indian paintbrush, about adventures, about life. She gave me a love for learning and a love for reading.

When I was ten my grandmother taught me about how a woman is supposed to act. About how a person is supposed to act. She nurtured my love for reading and never missed an important moment in my life. Her beautiful smile was all of the assurance I ever needed.

When I was fifteen my grandmother gritted her teeth and smiled through my flawed decisions. She loved me when most had given up on me. She taught me what unconditional love really is. She taught me about forgiveness. She still faithfully sent me birthday cards and Christmas gifts even when I never gave her the “thank you” I know she so desperately craved.

When I was twenty my grandmother taught me about parenting. She let me make my own mistakes because she knew I needed to learn from them. She taught me how the little moments can be the most memorable ones. She took care of me after a surgery and never failed to say exactly what I needed to hear even if the advice seemed harsh at the time.

When I was twenty-five I realized that my grandmother was more than a relative. She was one of my best friends. The least judgmental person I have ever met. When I was twenty-five I saw the way my daughters eyes light up when my grandma comes into a room and could see my five year old self in those eyes. When I was twenty-five I could finally appreciate the wonderful woman my grandmother is. She taught me about patience and about cherishing every moment with my kids.

I often wonder what the world would be like if everyone could be even a fraction of the person she is. What a beautiful world it would be.

One Response to “To Be Like Her”

  1. Grandma February 28, 2015 at 6:19 am #

    I am overwhelmed this morning reading your blog. You are, and will remain, one of my very best friends too. I love your humor, your intellect, your beautiful children and the way you care for them, the importance your marriage is in your life, your ability at crafting and your silliness which makes me laugh….There is more but I haven’t had my first cup of coffee! I love you Lizzy!

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