‘Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.’ ~
Vivian Greene.
My step grandma is 97.
Amazingly she has been living in her own home up until a week or two
ago. She had some surgery, a week and a half ago. She’s surely been on my mind. (And, to assuage any concerns, she is back in
our home town, recovering nicely in the local hospital.)
I’m thankful for the newfound abilities to shift my thoughts
into how lucky I am to have had this woman as my grandma. For the first 15 years of my life, I had a
really neat grandma. I would suspect
that had I known her further into my life, I would have learned where the bulk
of my creativity originated. She made
crafts with my brothers and I, she knew how to make us feel like
co-conspirators, she once gave me a smile that rocks my world when others give
me the same smile. After she passed
away, my current step-grandma and my grandpa married. Because she’s always known my grandparents,
she’s been able to fill in some of the missing stories that our natural grandma
may have shared.
I’ve found myself considering how thankful that I have had
TWO amazing grandmothers when most people have... two amazing
grandmothers. ? And then it also struck me that even though I’ve
only had one set of grandparents, my heart is still considering me lucky for
having had such great ones – absolutely no consideration to the fact that I
never knew my mother’s parents.
And so, today I find myself grateful for this
sweet and kind woman – a woman who is an amazing model of how to live a kind
and loving life. And I am thankful for
the storm to give me time to consider how fortunate I am.
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