The Ultimate

Today we celebrated the life of my grandmother.  The mother of my mother.  And what an amazing legacy she left.

Even though she never bore a son, I don't doubt that she would know the exact things to say to me in every situation in my child-raising days.  The woman was ALWAYS right!

She had three daughters. And, no more after that.  I think I'd stop at one!  One girl holds enough drama to last me a looooong time.  But, she had three and never batted an eye.  Never once did I think.."gosh..she's gonna come unglued!"  But, her girls were all grown by the time I came to know her. Although, I know grown women who probably make their momma's blush.

This lady was a saint. And now, she's reaping the benefits of it.

I was privileged to read a poem at her graveside.  One that was found buried deep in her bible.  A poem entitled "Immortality".  Basically it's gist is that she should like to be remembered in the little things that make us think of her.  For me, those little things are...sleeping bags, bells, coo coo clocks, windbreakers, donuts, garage sales, Fruity Pebbles and red onions.

My grandma was the ultimate grandma!  She was the ultimate mother. She was the ultimate wife. She set the bar so high, I'm not sure my legs will ever be long enough to jump it. And, my legs are long!

I can honestly say, I'm not sure I ever heard my grandmother say a single thing that did not honor or uplift her husband!  Not ONE thing!  I don't remember ever seeing an eye rolling aimed at him.  Or even a shot of sarcasm.  She personified honor and submission toward her husband.  I admire that.

She was forever understanding of her grandkids.  I don't ever remember feeling at all like I was inferior or less than best around her.  She was an amazing baton twirler in school.  And I wanted to be just like her.  However, I was given the gracefulness of a camel.  And I soon learned that baton twirling was not my thing. But she still encouraged me and even let me use her "real" baton!  I may as well have been handed the olympic torch when she let me hold it.

She was an encourager.  And a prayer warrior.

I love her dearly and hope to some day be the kind of woman that my children and grandchildren will look up to and "call her blessed".  I've got a long way to go.