I'm typically a pretty sentimental person. I cherish my family and the
relationships I've built. Some very important people in my life are no
longer here. My Mamaw, my great Aunt Sara, otherwise known as Hazy, and
my great grandmother, Grandma. There are others, but these three have
recently, within in the last 10 years, passed away.
Oh how I wish they were still here. I want to so much to pick up the
phone and call my Mamaw, talk to her about having a baby, to get her
advice, to go pick her up and take her to dinner. I'd like to go to my
Hazy's house, with a pizza and cheese dip in hand, and talk about the
rest of our family and how I'll need to make sure I raise our kid to be
normal, unlike the rest of the family. And I'd like to be able to take
our child up to Grandma's farm so he/she will learn all about animals
and the responsibility of a farm, just as I did as a child.
I miss these women an incredible amount. Earlier this week, one of the
residents at my facility started singing Mamaw's favorite hymn. Just to
hear that song, I immediately started crying. She, along with Hazy and
Grandma, were so important in my life, and they still are. They would be
so proud of the marriage that Bob and I have and the life we've built.
They would be ecstatic over the baby. I mean, ridiculously ecstatic.
Mamaw would teach baby all the Bible stories and how to properly till a
garden. Hazy would teach baby all the good cuss words and how to make a
mean margarita. And Grandma would teach baby about how to raise chickens
and how to make an killer wedding cake. These are some of the things I
learned from these amazing ladies. Things that are now my responsibility
to pass on to baby. I can't wait to share these things with our kids.
They will know all about the important people these lessons came from
and how awesome they were!
