I love my Nana. She has been everything to me. When I needed
help she was there. When I was younger and wanted to play, learn something, or
just watch what she was doing, she was there. And not only just for me, even
though she has never forgotten about me or mom, she always been the woman to be
there for anyone who needed her. I love going to my Nanas house whenever I get
the chance. Not everyone can say they have an awesome Nana or grandparent that
they have learned to love, be friends with, and explore life with but I am grateful I’m
able to say that I have.
No she may not be the best person in the world but in
reality who really is? In my world she’s pretty high on the list. She’s not
perfect, she has had her moments, as does everyone. Growing up with her I have
learned so much. She’s the person who actually taught me how to cook, ever since
I was tall enough to stand on a stool, reach the counter top and know what shes telling me to do; we've been cooking all different sorts of things. Week nights
when dad wasn't home to cook dinner for me I would climb through the kitchen and
see what I could find that looked yummy and I would cook it. Sometimes I would
have to call my Nana up and ask her how to do something or what an ingredient
is, she always answered.
She taught me a love for the outdoors as well. There was not
a single sunny, summer day her and I were outside tending to her 7 flower
gardens and 2 vegetable gardens. Feeding the birds and squirrels, watching
butterflies play in the sky, looking at the clouds and see what pictures they made. Those
days are what made my childhood almost.
I remember a hot summer day and I grabbed my little, floral
printed garden glove and plastic garden tools, as Nana grabber her gardening
stuff, to go do some weeding. I had started my very own carrot plant in her
veggie garden across the dirt road of the trailer park. I went to go look at it
and there was a carrot growing, I was so excited. I pulled it out of the ground
and ran over to Nana screaming “I got one I got one Nana look!!” she laughed
and told me I should have left it in the ground to let it grow more, it wasn't any bigger than an
inch long, maybe three centimeters wide, but I had one. I ran to the garden
hose and washed the dirt off to try it. It didn't taste like a carrot.. My face
looked priceless she said. She had a good chuckle for about five minutes while I
was scraping the carrot bits off my tongue.
I remember the smell of her freshly washed sheets she would
hang on the cloths line outside to dry. I thought it was a maze, so I would run
through them laughing. As Nana would try and chase me and catch me eventually she
did I would laugh and laugh. I recall her teaching me how to blow a bubble with
bubble gum, we both knelt at the coffee table in the living room she described
how to do I don’t know how many friggen times, but after hours of practicing I finally
got it. then there was the times it was time to go to sleep but I was too wide awake, and
with the lamp attached to the headboard of her bed we would do shadow puppets
with our hands, or she would tell me stories of her past growing up with all her siblings.
Yet as the years
progressed there was less playing but more just good ol’ bonding time. We would
sit and talk for hours at night, school, friends, and family, whatever came to
mind. She’d paint my nails some times. We’d go shopping which is always
interesting with the two of us because we both hate shopping; if my Mom Nana
and I go shopping together, everyone better look out, it’s just indescribable, Nana and I
raised chickens once, she loves chickens and I wanted some so she got some. She
and I would take care of them she never picked them up but I did, I'd walk over to
her so she could pet it and every time I did, the chicken would shit on me, it never seemed to fail. I quickly learned to hold the other end of the chicken
just a little bit away from my clothes so the poop would land on the ground.
I love my Nana and for all the good memories of her and I throughout
my childhood, teen years and soon to be adult hood, I wouldn't ask for any of
it to be different, and for her to stay the amazing woman that she is today.
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This was a very hear warming story reminds me of how close me and my gram are. Love how you went into details
ReplyDeleteWoah. This is a lot of writing for the girl who saw no purpose in this blogging?! :) I'm loving it. Look at you go Syd.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this. I like how you had so many little details in here that I can see the two of you together in my mind. Also, your nana looks really familiar. Does she live around here?