Thursday, June 12, 2014

Generations.

I heard a piece yesterday on NPR about a Mother and her family moving in with her 91 year old Grandmother when they first moved to Seattle and how the entire experience changed her and her children.

Her three children were raised by not only herself and her husband, but her Grandmother and the children's Great Grandmother.

The youngest who was a toddler in the beginning of their journey would sit with her GG and have breakfast every morning. They developed a relationship that was so special and important for each of them.

Here was this Woman approaching her last days with this young child- sharing this moment of caring and understanding. Having a purpose again and giving the child an experience that is unique these days.

My Grandmother who I called Omi (pictured) moved in with us when I was almost 8, my younger sister 4, where she lived till she became sick around 6 years later. She moved into a nursing home and lived there for 6-7 years before she died.

I remember some days hating the fact that she lived with us because I was at that annoying age where any adult bothered me. I remember being told I wasn't going to prom that night by my parents unless I drove my car to the nursing home to show her me fully dressed, hair done, and make up on first.

But what I truly remember is her dripping with gold earrings, necklaces, long red nails, revlon hot pink lips, hair done perfectly, speaking spanish on the phone when talking with her sisters, cheering me on for ALL the at-home dance, plays, etc I performed for her. I remember her amazing tacos, meatloaf. I remember the bags and bags of silver jewerly she'd bring back to my sister and I from her travels. I remember how all the ladies in our neighborhood loved talking with "Mercedes." I remember her frog song when I was going to bed. I remember her scratching my back to put me asleep. And I remember how cool it was that she organized all the ladies to see me in my Prom dress and praise my beauty.

When she passed, the night before - she was in my dream floating around me. This woman who was barely aware anymore, but in my dream she was her old self. She was the woman who was always there for me even if I pushed her away.


Here's to all of us rethinking our relationships with family and our children and remembering how important it is. I wouldn't change my living situation one second.

Love you Omi and thank you Mom & Dad.

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