When you are a child, before you hit puberty, more often than not your parents are almost untouchable when it comes to being the king/queen of your universe. They're big, strong and know everything about anything. The only ones better than them are their parents because they're even wiser and don't yell at you, they just give you candy and presents and tell you how great you are. As a kid, the ideal weekend is spent at grandma's. The dynamic changes unfortunately, usually beginning around high school or for me, college. You get a license, you have classes, the excuses start to build up until one day, you find yourself in the workforce and barely initiating contact with these people. It gets so bad that your parents call to remind you to call them. This is when things are really bad because now poor grandma is reduced to pet-like conditions and she's now on what's equivalent of a walking/feeding schedule. The next step is chasing after Nana with a pooper scooper.
Sadly, I am guilty of such behavior (not the pooper scooper thing, the not calling thing). It's not for lack of love- I ADORE my Mom Mom (yes I still call her that). But again, life happens and you're so wrapped up in your own BS, everything gets pushed aside. This past weekend, in the spirit of Christmas, I went to make things right and not only called grandma, I visited her. Results? Brilliant. Mom Mom is an amazing woman because not only was she nothing but sweet she fed me, twice! Better yet, I haven't had that much fun just talking to someone in I don't even know how long. Because, unlike younger folks, your elders have no filter. They're retired, they're achy and they're just dying to tell you what they think. And it's worth it! Mom Mom is smart and funny and has seen some shit in her day- I am embarrassed that I'm on here blogging about my crap- she should be doing it.
What have I learned? Call Grandma. Nowhere else can you hear juicy gossip, get history lessons and eat lasagna all at the same time.
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