I've been slacking on my writing over the past week or so. That I can attribute to the craziness of my schedule these next 58 days (countdown until the wedding!!) and everything else going on however, no excuses, I need to get back on track with my writing. So here it goes.
Last weekend, my family was in town to celebrate my brother graduating from college and my cousins Confirmation so I got a chance to spend time with them. Friday night when my Dad, Mom, and sister arrived my Mom was downstairs in my Grandma's kitchen coloring her hair back to her normal color after my Grandma accidentally used the dark brown hair coloring on herself. I stood there in the kitchen talking to my Mom and Grandma and we found ourselves laughing for no apparent reason. Anyone who is close to us knows that happens quite often. Just the site of my Grandma's hair half dark brown and dark blonde with my Mom playing hair stylist and me standing there vowing to not get as crazy as the two of them was enough to make anyone giggle a little. However, after living above my Grandma (again) for the past 1 year and some odd months, I see ways that she and I are more and more alike which makes me see that I am more like my Mom and she is like her Mother. It is a never ending circle of crazy ladies.
I cannot lie and say I am grateful for all of the traits I am similar to my Mom & Grandma. For one, they are both so stubborn - Mom less than Grandma because she, like me, vowed not to be "as bad" as her Mom. I definitely got the stubbornness and I can say that if it were not for my very patient and loving fiancé I don't know that I would have been able to break this trait of mine as much as I have, although it still needs work. Moms' stubbornness is apparent when she refuses to admit when something is wrong or unnecessary until I or someone else has confronted her over and over. Grandma's stubbornness can be seen in her more and more every day as she refuses to stop doing or minimize how often she takes on certain tasks that her body should not be doing like she used to be able to do. For example, not asking for anyone's help and bringing a very heavy wooden bench up from the basement to the backyard. I think it is safe to say that I have pestered about that enough that she will never take on that feat alone again. My stubbornness shows when I take on too many tasks and one and refuse to admit I am stressed out or overwhelmed. It can also come out when I have a hard time admitting I was wrong about an argument. Although this is one of our weaknesses that we all have gotten from one another, it also can be a strength of ours. If my Mom had not been stubborn and fought with her heart doctor that he had misdiagnosed her than she may not have had her open-heart surgery and may not be here with us today. Being stubborn keeps my eighty-year old Grandma looking nothing like an eighty-year old Grandma, but instead a vibrant young woman who never gives up. And me, well, I don't give up. I am always trying new things, accepting challenges, and looking for my next adventure. So I guess I take back the first sentence I wrote in this paragraph...I am grateful for this trait and for my almost husband for putting up with it.
I cannot lie and say I am grateful for all of the traits I am similar to my Mom & Grandma. For one, they are both so stubborn - Mom less than Grandma because she, like me, vowed not to be "as bad" as her Mom. I definitely got the stubbornness and I can say that if it were not for my very patient and loving fiancé I don't know that I would have been able to break this trait of mine as much as I have, although it still needs work. Moms' stubbornness is apparent when she refuses to admit when something is wrong or unnecessary until I or someone else has confronted her over and over. Grandma's stubbornness can be seen in her more and more every day as she refuses to stop doing or minimize how often she takes on certain tasks that her body should not be doing like she used to be able to do. For example, not asking for anyone's help and bringing a very heavy wooden bench up from the basement to the backyard. I think it is safe to say that I have pestered about that enough that she will never take on that feat alone again. My stubbornness shows when I take on too many tasks and one and refuse to admit I am stressed out or overwhelmed. It can also come out when I have a hard time admitting I was wrong about an argument. Although this is one of our weaknesses that we all have gotten from one another, it also can be a strength of ours. If my Mom had not been stubborn and fought with her heart doctor that he had misdiagnosed her than she may not have had her open-heart surgery and may not be here with us today. Being stubborn keeps my eighty-year old Grandma looking nothing like an eighty-year old Grandma, but instead a vibrant young woman who never gives up. And me, well, I don't give up. I am always trying new things, accepting challenges, and looking for my next adventure. So I guess I take back the first sentence I wrote in this paragraph...I am grateful for this trait and for my almost husband for putting up with it.
A large part of this blog and hopefully book is to discover more about myself - who I am, where I came from, and why I am the woman I am. It is also to encourage women to take a closer look at the women in their lives, whether it's their mother, grandma, friend, sister or aunt. All of those women can be very influential to whom we become and it's important to understand that and let them know we are thankful to have them in our lives.
Tomorrow I will be making my way home for the weekend to watch my little sister graduate from 8th grade. I still haven't come to terms with the fact that she will be a high school freshman next year and my little brother is a college graduate. When did they stop being little? Especially since I still feel little. I'm sure I will have a lot of thoughts to share as the weekend progresses. I can already feel the tear building picturing Emmy in a cap and gown...tears of pride and love of course! Let the weekend begin...
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