Do you remember your Grandma?
What pictures just jumped into your brain?
Big ol’ apron around her ample waist as she plopped yet another helping of buttery potatoes on your plate, urging you, “Eat baby, you’re too thin.” Or maybe—
Arm around your shoulders as she leans in, guiding your eye to the telescope lens–both of you awash in the mystery that is our evening sky.
Or how about—
The back of Nana’s diminutive head bobbing along in the back of the police car as they whisk her away. Again.
Regardless of the memory, the truth is left for all to see–there are as many Grandmas as there are people. Which gives us a lot of latitude, and no barriers whatsoever in our search for Grandma-dom. Sure, I’ll admit it–those darn Betty Crocker commercials along with an inordinate amount of black and white movies in my youth carved out a standard issue Grandma-to-us-all figure in my brain.
And no, I am nothing like her.
Which leads me to feel the teensiest bit inadequate during those rare moments when I forget my wonderfulness. Which brings me to this–my granddaughters think I am wonderful. When I pay my bills late. When my fake tan streaks. When my tummy is larger than necessary. They think I am wonderful.
And I know why.
I am the Grandma they have been graced with. They didn’t get to pick, or even have time to make a wish list–they’ve been stuck with me from the beginning. So when someone says, Grandma, they don’t picture our aforementioned rosy cheeked potato pusher—they picture me.
Which, although freeing in its lack of boundaries, it is equally gripping when I realize that someday I will be gone, and if the Lord hasn’t taken us all home yet, they will be here without me–but left with—the memories of their Grandma to tell to their kids.
So I had better be a good one.
Kathleen is a startlingly happy individual. No matter the path, over these 53 years on the planet Kathleen has held tight to her Jesus. She successfully raised four children, is GRANDMA! to three beauties, and the charming wife of the most princely man ever. Grandma Kathleen works with high school special education students, and knows that she knows that she knows that without Jesus–her life would be all hard edges and darkness. She thanks God every day for the wealth that is her life.