Grandma's Patience
I grew up in Southwest Detroit, MI, but I can remember as a kid going with my mother back to her hometown in West Virginia. I loved going because it meant traveling, but more than anything I would get to see my grandmother. I really loved my grandma. She was a small woman with a lovely face and wonderful voice but strong in character and stature in the community. A lot of my family members that live in Michigan are originally from there as well, so we all traveled together at one time. There would be a lot of us kids running around playing with our cousins we had not seen since last summer, and the grown ups would be hanging out, talking and enjoying being a family.
Everything Would Be Fine Until
Well kids will be kids right? So everything would be fine, until somebody got into a fight. Oh buddy, I tell you. Sometimes the biggest fights you will ever see will be amongst family members. We would be way up in the mountains, often quite a distance from the house. Someone would always run home crying, with the rest of the gang in tow, trying to convince them to change their minds, because we knew we would all be in trouble for allowing fighting in the first place.
Guess Who Would Always Be Waiting?
Once we would get home with all of the ruckus, it always seemed like our parents were gone visiting other family members. However, there would always be one adult waiting on us... Grandma. She would so sweetly calm us all down. She then found out what was going on and let everybody have their say. Then with only the wisdom a grandmother can have she would go on to explain how we were family and we should never fight each other, even if we do not agree with each other. She took the time to nourish the relationship with 20+ varying aged grandchildren all with different personalities, and she did it well.
What Does All Of This Mean?
Looking back on those times, I've often asked myself how did my grandma accomplish that task of dealing with all of us? I've come to understand, certainly after having children of my own, that she was extremely patient. She knew that in order for us to become the adults we were to become she had to give of herself to us. She showed patience through sickness and tough times. Through her actions, she knew she was also teaching us patience.
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hi Rob!
what a touching post. Thank you for sharing this. Your grandmother was a strong and kind woman. I am building relationships with my readers more and more. But yes it does require patience. It cannot be done in a month. And at times it could be easy to give up. But we must remember what motivated us in the first place.
Emily
I love this post, reminds me of my own personal history. I even got a good chuckle out of the part about the "rest of the gang in tow..trying to convince the crying child not to tell", too funny, oh how you have made me reminisce about days of old while reading this post, my story almost matched exactly, except for the states, I grew up in Illinois and we were at grandmas house in Kentucky (where my momma is originally from, born and raised) and my daddy is from West Virginia (born and raised) but both of their families moved to Chicago for work and thus, my brothers and I were born and raised in a suburban area outside of the actual windy city. But trips were made every summer to grandma's. I thoroughly enjoyed this one, great job!