“You better lock those doors and windows, ya here?” Grandma pleaded with me.
“Wear a cap on the highway, so some stranger won’t try to bump you off the road.”
Until I was married off to Robert, I heard something like this every day from my grandmother. Once I was married, she didn’t worry about me anymore.
To a point anyway.
Grandkids. Wow. They’re like looking at clones of my babies but with a tinge of something else mixed in. Millie has Zoe’s dimples. Jack has Kat’s chin and eyes, and I can’t get over how they all sound alike on the phone.
I always thought we’d eventually divorce because I figured all men were bad husbands and fathers, but I’m so glad we stuck it out and stayed together. Not much is unforgivable, and having a partner to raise amazing children with, someone who will give them every opportunity and every dime in the bank account like I would is all that really matters.
To a point anyway.
It’s hard to believe that I get to be seated as the grandmother of the bride this weekend. I remember my grandmothers both being so proud to be at our wedding. I only wish I could be coherent long enough to not be pitied but to be enjoyed in my old age.
“Want to read my stories?” I tell the grandkids.
“Oh yes, Sugar! I just love your stories! They’re the best!”
“Alright. Let’s go make a banana milkshake like Sudie used to make for me, and I’ll read one or two and answer anything you’d like to know.”
“To a point anyway.”
I’d like to dedicate this piece to Judy and Yvonne, two very special ladies who have inspired me to write about new things from new perspectives. To a point anyway.
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