Remembering Grandma

After my mother died, my paternal grandmother raised me.  Last night while making dinner and cleaning the kitchen, I thought about whether or not Mario – my partner – was going to buy the kids fast food before they got home. I’m hoping he’s not because after all, I’m making dinner, which isn’t a regular thing. As the thought crossed my mind and left, I thought about my grandmother and how she’d ask me every day before I left for school what I wanted for dinner. To which I would reply, “I don’t care”, thinking it was no big deal. At the time, I took those home cooked meals for granted not truly understanding what had to take place to “just” make dinner. As I continued making my dinner, I think about the love I feel for my kids and taking the time to make them a meal and it dawned on me…that’s what my grandmother was doing for me. She was loving me through her meals and wanted me to be happy. In the moment of recognizing that, I was happy. I think I finally got it. She cared about what I wanted and took the time to demonstrate it. She was showing me love in way a mother does, through her actions. She’s since died so I couldn’t call her to say thank you but I felt her presence and for that I am forever thankful.  ...

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