Combining two posts into one. On Facebook Amy Johnson Crow shared her resolution and a new blog challenge. Her blog is No Story Too Small you can read about her challenge there. I have decided to give it the college try.
As I was driving from church today, my thoughts went, as they often do, to my research. I was thinking of how we start where we know and branch out from there. My thoughts then went to my own descendants. How cool is it that I have 23 desendants and one on the way! Helps to have 6 children, number 6 hasn't started yet. I digress. When my first grandchildren were little I wore a "Mother's birthstone children necklace". They loved to sit in my lap and play with the necklace and ask who the individual "children" were and loved finding how their parent fit in the family. My # 18 grandchild accidentally broke it, and I am just getting around to fixing it. My point is the grands learned who their aunts and uncles were. Which brings me to my wonderful mother-in-law. She had the same type of necklace, but rarely wore it and there wasn't a lot of lap sitting around her house as she was always in the kitchen.
When she died, we were all dealing with the pain losing her. I know 93 years is a long time, but I was ready for 100. My youngest son declined to go to the funeral or viewing. Since his dad died, he stays away from family gatherings. He declines to talk about it. Back to my point. When the youngest son was sent the will as part of being his father's heir, he sat down and read the whole thing. Now that is awesome, but the awesome fun thing was when he came running into my room and said ... "I didn't know dad had two sisters". Well blow me away. Maybe mom should have worn her necklace more and held her grandson on her lap more. Just sayin'...
|I inherited the Hero's mom's necklace at the top.|
Basically she was not raised in a warm loving environment. Her parents, were divorced when she was little, and she was sent to live with her grandparents who were quite elderly compared to a 3 year old. They were stern, and they loved her, but there just wasn't any cuddling.
Her mom wasn't demonstrative, and her dad had a problem with drinking. When I met her, it was a struggle for both of us, because I am a hugger, and she was a polite cheek pecker. As the years passed, we became good friends, and she accepted my hugs. I am so glad I was able to spend many hours staying with her when she had illnesses or surgeries, because I was able to capture many stories about it to share with my children. A funny one she told when we were talking about disciplining children, was that, once she had been rude and unruly and ran from her grandmother. Being elderly and slow, her grandmother wasn't able to catch her and she thought she had a triumph. Later, she took a nap, and when she woke up she discovered, grandmother had tied her to the bed. She was advised she would not behave like that again. She said, she never did. I guess that is a case of "I know where you sleep".
I could write about her for hours, but I will leave more stories for another time.
|Love you mom... Miss you.|