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So That You May Know Her…

Dear Katie and Matthew,

Your grandmother is lying in a hospital bed tonight and she is dying. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, but very soon.

Daddy is with her, holding her hand and telling her just how much we all love her.

Neither of you will remember her and that breaks my heart.

There is so much about her that I want you both to know.

She was dynamic. She could quote Shakespeare, discuss philosophy, and sing and play the guitar. Daddy tells a childhood story of camping with her–he remembers her sweet voice singing over the crackling of the campfire. I wish I could have heard that.  I wish you could have heard that.

She was eclectic. I will never forget the outfit she wore to your Uncle Todd’s graduation. She was dressed from head to toe in the most vibrant shade of turquoise, complete with floppy hat and arms adorned with bangle bracelets that just sparkled in the sunlight. She was lit from within in that wild outfit and it suited her beautifully.

She was intelligent. She was a well-respected trauma nurse who pursued her education while raising three young boys. She saw so much in her days as a nurse that made her even more compassionate and empathetic.

She was kind. She was quick to tell you why you were special to her. She was so generous with her words and never missed an opportunity to tell you exactly what made you unique. Sometimes, she would make me blush with her compliments, but I always appreciated and welcomed them.

She was whimsical. She loved astrology and loved to tell you what your sign meant and how it impacted you. Daddy and I would roll our eyes, but that didn’t stop her–she believed it and it was endearing.

She was the most optimistic person I’ve ever known. Her glass, even in the most difficult of times, was always half full. When life dealt her a terrible hand, she found inner strength that astonished us.

She will live on in your daddy, who is the man that he is because of her. She taught him to be a gentleman, to be kind and courteous. It was from her that he learned how to treat women and how to respect others.

I want you each to know that she loved you. She was so happy to have grandchildren and you made her just light up. She exuded happiness when she spoke of all of the fun that you would have with her as you grew and I’m so sorry that you won’t have that opportunity. She would have caused all sorts of fun trouble with you.  She truly looked forward to being, in her words, “your partner in crime.”

I am so truly sorry that you didn’t have the opportunity to know her.

I promise to share all of my stories with you. I will do all that I can to keep her alive in my memory so that I can share her with you both.

She has had such a rough time of it. Now it is time for us to wish her peace.

With all of my love,
Mommy

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Listen to Your Momma

Katie was gifted a HUGE stack of books by her aunt and uncle over the weekend. Amongst them was “My Momma Likes to Say,” written by Denise Brennan-Nelson and illustrated by Jane Monroe Donovan.

Packed with idioms, proverbs, maxims, and clichés, including “you’re the apple of my eye,” “money doesn’t grow on trees,” “it’s raining cats and dogs,” and my personal favorite, “I have eyes in the back of my head,” this book is great fun for both the reader and the listener. I love the way the author marries literal and figurative meaning.

Lexile, a free online reading metric, recommends this particular book for ages 4-10. If you haven’t already checked out the Lexile site, prepare to fall in love. By simply entering the name of a book or its author, the database will provide you with an appropriate age/reading level, pulling from a database of thousands of titles. (It would take a dedicated post to even begin to explain all that you can do on the site.)

A quick search shows that “My Momma Likes to Say” can be found at Barnes & Noble and Amazon.

Happy reading!

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Reason #37 Why Having a Preschooler Rocks

Need to bake a cake for a special occasion?  Cookies for your husband’s office?  Have your preschooler help.  If your treats come out inedible/disgusting, simply say, “Our little one just loves to bake.  Isn’t she cute?”

Katie and I baked a cake today for my uncle’s birthday and I am a hit or miss baker at best.  But, with Katie’s help, I had a built-in disclaimer and  I couldn’t lose.   She’s pretty handy like that.

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