During her birthday week, I often reflect on this sweet woman (hence the nickname, Honey). I have so many of my childhood memories that involved my Nana. Wherever she was meant we were home after my parent's divorced and life was unsure. She had a way of making her home a place where everyone wanted to be, sitting around her and tasting her delicious food. She had these fluffy, soft arms that everyone loved to touch and marvel at their squishiness.
When I was a teenager, she was the buffer between my mother and I. Whenever my mom would crack down on me, bless her heart, my Nana would always protect me. Not that my mother was mean, but she held a high standard and she was very vocal about it. It felt good knowing that my Nana loved me enough to speak up on my behalf. I'll always love her for that.
|My Nana grew up living next door to the boy that would eventually be her husband! They went on to have seven children--four sons and three daughters. My mother is the classic middle child.|
|This is a favorite photo of my Nana because she is beautiful, stylish and curvy.|
|Me and my Nana Honey, sometime in the late 70's.|
She was highly regarded, honored, loved and cherished by us all. I don't think she had an inkling of how great her impact was on all of our lives. I'm always encouraged, thinking of my own family and what my future as a grandmother will look like. It's not just about cooking, cleaning, and making sure your child's homework is completed. It goes much deeper than that. How you live and dwell with your family will influence many generations after you are done walking this Earth. Our role as wife and mother and grandmother is important--no, it's vital. Don't forget that. Don't waste whatever opportunities you have to positively affect your family.
This is what my Nana Honey taught me. A woman as precious and sweet as her nickname.