Like a chicken with its head cut off, I’m running around this morning getting ready for several things going on this week, beginning with a funeral I need to leave for in an hour.
This blog could wait. It should wait. But, here I am!
Name change papers, name change papers…… I’ve got to get those out and make a copy and get them in the mail for Ian. Laundry on the steps waiting for me to carry up and fold…….
Where are those papers???
Well, I found them. But in the process of searching, I also ran into my grandmother’s will. That is a picture of her on the front of this blog. I have kept and cherished this will for many years. I loved that it was her handwriting. Isn’t it beautiful? I wish I would have really known her. I wish I could have sat as an adult at her kitchen table and heard the stories she could tell. I wish I could sit and listen to her talk about each of her 16 children…… I wish I could have heard her talk about my Dad as a little boy. I wish I could have found out who really threw the stone that hit Grandpa!
Just as soon as I stumbled upon my grandmother Minnie’s will, my pace came to a halt. I read from top to bottom. Not even halfway through, I was crying. But the end just sort of takes my breath away. Clearly, the smallest things had the greatest of meaning to her. And the dearest to Grandma Minnie, were her children.
“Thank you all my dears. You were all so good and kind to me. It was a pleasure to live with you. May we meet in heaven some day. Loads of Love, Mother.”
We never stop thinking about our kids. Never. It doesn’t matter if they grow up and have children of their own. They are always our children, and that thing, whatever it is that God plants in a Mama’s heart just never goes away. It stays with her until the very, very last breath. I’m so glad. So if you’re an adult and your Mama’s thinking about you gets on your nerves….. Please don’t let it. And please don’t ask her to stop. Don’t take that from her.
Chances are, you’ll do the same thing. Oh, and those “loads of love?” They just grow and grow exponentially over the years……..
That’s all. Now I gotta go finish my chicken-with-its-head-cut-off running around…….
Oh, and if you’re my sons and you’re reading this? I love you loads, Mother 😉