Tuesday, June 14, 2011

[Day 11] Roots

Day 11: Your Family

My great-grandmother:
This is the woman that my mother entrusted me to when I was two years old. She was the pillar of strength that held our family together. She was everybody's Bigmama - her door, arms and heart were always open. She provided a sense of comfort and security that is unmatched, and I was the baby that slept cuddled up to her warmth until I was a teen! There was no bed, nor hug, nor kiss greater that hers. I owe this woman all that I am.

My Grandmother:
My grandmother loves telling me the story of my birth. About how my mother went into labor early with a breech baby, and how she would not allow the doctors to deliver me until her mother had arrived. I often try to picture how the aftermath of the scene plays out. I imagine an abundance of love filling the room after my arrival. After all, my mother did name me after my grandmother. I am fortunately to still have the opportunity to share laughs and life with her.

My Mother:
There is still so much that I wish I could talk to her about. There is still so much that I wish to know about her life - in her own words. 8 years distantly together just weren't enough. I thank her for the gift that she sent me 11 years after her death.

My roots run much deeper than these three women, but it is these three women whom I value the most.


  1. Wow you are very lucky to have met your GREAT grandmother and your grandmother! I never met any of my greats or grands. Such strong people woman are!

  2. Lucky indeed. I don't think I realize just how lucky until my great-grandmother died. My daughter only got to spend two years with her, and she never got to meet my mother. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to grow up with both my grand and great-grand.