Like the things that used to drive me crazy when I was little, I love more than anything now. Or how I thought my parents were totally out to get me, they're my best friends now. How I felt they were so unfair and didn't understand me, they are the only ones who do. I truly appreciate my parents and all they did for me when I was younger, and still to this day. I gave them something hard to work with but I'm grateful they never gave up on me. They truly loved me unconditionally and I am so grateful now, that I have parents who didn't back out on me, who have kept their end of the deal because it is their earthly calling from our Father in Heaven, and that is so important to me.
But today is my Grandma's birthday (my moms mom). She passed away when I was about... 3? or 4? I can't remember, I was so young. I only have one vivid memory of her, it was when her hair color starting changing and she started losing it, I asked her why she had different hair and she responded, "Because somebody stole it from me, and they haven't given it back yet." That's the only memory I have of her. The next would be at her funeral, when I noticed her hair color was back to normal. I remember telling my mom, "Mom! They gave her hair back!" And I just thought that was so great.
Sometimes I feel angry that a sickness took her away at such a young age. I didn't have the privilege of getting to know her like some of my other cousins, but it's okay now, and I understand more than I did back then. But boy, what I would give to see her again. To get to know her. My mom talks so highly of her, and same with her siblings. I grew up listening to stories of my Grandma and the crazy, silly things she did. And I love them. I love each and every one of them and I get so happy every time my mom shares a story, even if we've heard it a million times. And let me tell you why I cherish them so much...
First, because it's my grandma, it's all I have of her, but mainly because the things that happened to my grandma, or things she did are the EXACT same as my mom. I cannot tell you how much my mom is her mom. She looks like her, and when I hear stories I just KNOW my mom would do that. I see my mom do silly things every day. I get to tell others silly stories about my mom. She is such a fun, selfless, loving person. She sacrifices so much. I can't even begin to explain it. I truly have the best mom in the world.
I want nothing more than when I have kids, to be EXACTLY like my mom. She is everything I want to be and more. She does so much for my siblings and I. She always says she hopes she's doing her very best, but in reality, she's going the extra mile every single day for all of us, including my dad. She's amazing. She is someone I can talk to about literally anything. I can go to her for comfort, advice and we just connect.
I am so grateful to have been blessed with the mom that I have. And even though I never knew my grandma, I know that one day, I will get to meet her and get to know her. But for now, I'm grateful for her daughter, who is just like her; who is amazing in every way. I'm so grateful that I get a piece of my grandma in my life every single day. And I cherish every moment I have with my mom.
I love you mom, thank you for everything. And a happy birthday to my grandma! Can't wait to meet you someday!
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