What words of wisdom would you have for me today? I sit here
remembering you in this very chair, sitting beside you talking about a new life
with my husband and daughter and a child on the way.
Now I sit in my own chair and have my grandchildren around
me each day sharing, giving, laughing and crying. What legacy will I leave my
children and their children? If I would
have the courage to be real and let down my mask that I put on to protect them
from what and who I really am.When I see an old chair and think of the stories that were
told by grandmothers, tears that were cried when young children died, abuse, families
left them, or alone to be left with their pain their thoughts.
I can see you cutting
out pictures from magazines and newspaper passing time and remembering better
days, braiding mats out of bread bags, reading, knitting or writing a letter. Things I wished I would have talked to with her, getting to know
her more and spending more time with her are things I often think about.
Times are different now women that are grandmothers are not
limited to what they do; many of them have a career, retired but
have very active lives. Many have found
their voice and remember seeing or hearing their mothers or grandmothers
cowering and trying to hide away back in the picture silent feeling
incompetent, but somewhere down inside you knew you wanted things different but
didn’t have the means and it wasn’t proper.
What memories am I leaving for my legacy for my children?
What will they ask about me and think about me? Know I can leave my thoughts in
a digital time capsule. For ever online in a blog with my pictures, leaving
parts of me so that when they look at themselves they will know me more than I
do my mother, grandmother.
Do not forget the love we gave you, the many times we sat
silent hurt and knew better but you had to learn for yourself. We need you,
love you, where you. Many times we wish
we could go back and do things over, make right some wrongs. Telling ourselves
we would be okay and to be stronger.
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