When I was a young woman she would share stories and secrets with me that neither of her daughters knew. We would laugh to the point of tears. I can still hear that laugh.
She was a woman of class, always dressed beautifully with high heels….no jeans for her, no way, no how. Her jewelry was all costume jewelry, and, of course it matched whatever she was wearing. NEVER did she NOT match…. the epitome of femininity. And she ALWAYS wore her signature perfume. To this day I don't leave my house without my perfume on. It's somewhat like the essence of the individual.
Nama loved Christmas because she loved to give us gifts. I can see her at Christmas time watching the bedlam of opening gifts, all the while smiling with happiness at the happiness she saw around her (and much of it because of her generosity).
Nama wrapped every present exquisitely, and every present had a bow….not a ready made one. Oh no that would be unacceptable.
She was a character to say the least. Watching her carve the Thanksgiving turkey had us all doubled over laughing….because she was laughing so hard, almost up to her elbows in the carcass getting all the stuffing out. She was a superb cook in every way.
Nama was a devout woman in her faith also. She had incredible strength and will. Widowed twice, she raised her daughters alone.She had a bit of a stubborn streak, and she could be stern. But….I rarely was in the way of things like that.
She couldn't say a tongue twister to save her life…..another vivid memory of her laughing hysterically.
My Nama had to work to make ends meet.... she was a switchboard operator. Her husband was dead, so she lived alone in a pretty apartment across the street from Our Lady of the Angels orphanage. She died at the gentle age of 74.
Today's children are so involved in everything. And they are so refreshing to be with. In most families, both parents have to work to make ends meet. And so, we grandparents step in, willing to drop everything at a moment's notice to help our children and grandchildren. Being a grandparent is not unlike being a parent from the standpoint of being selfless, always putting others first. We strive to do whatever is humanly possible to make their lives easier, more manageable, no matter what is going on in our lives.
Someday, hopefully, we, too, will be remembered as having made a significant difference in their lives. None of my friends or myself ever had the luxury of grandparents being able to step in and help, because they worked. We do what we do out of love and wanting to make their lives easier, more manageable...and we are grateful for the blessings they are.