Tonight is one of those nights I wish I could call my mom and just chat. I would ask her how she parented me through the similar situations I faced that LK is now dealing with. I am sure I had the same issues as a child, and obviously she did a great job, because I don’t remember them at all. I would laugh with her about the things GranGran says and does. I would tell her how much I love her, and how I desperately wished I had another 30 years to tell her that.
Unbelievably, Jeff screwed up GranGran’s coffee this morning. It was so bad, she told him to make her another cup once she finished that one. ;0
Even worse, I went to work, and took Gran to the doctor “looking like hell” today. If you don’t believe me, just ask her, she’ll tell you. You better make sure you have your crap looking good, or she just may tell you what you look like too.
But, the best part of the day was walking through the parking lot holding her hand. It brought back a flood of memories of me running through parking lots as a child while she was holding my hand. I can hear a much younger version of my Grandmother saying, “Slow down Sister Lou, no need to run so much.” Not much has changed over the last 30 years. She is still reminding me I need to slow down. I’d probably do good to listen to her.