My E and Mrs. G

My little blueberry is so blessed.  He has an assortment of grandmothers and grandfathers to dote on him. To tell him how cute, how smart, how wonderful his precious baby soul lights up their life.

My grandmothers once did the same for me.

I miss them. 

I would have loved for them to have held my E...hear his giggle...to have felt the warmth of his genuine loving nature.  My grandmothers were a motley crew. They had a variety of different natures----one had a colorful vocabulary and enjoyed a cold beer---while another was faithful to her church and smelled of Coty powder.  And my dear great grandmother was almost as round as she was short. These ladies loved me.  Each made me feel special every moment I was with them. Watching MASH reruns and  singing hymns fill many memories of my childhood.

And then there is Mrs. G.

She is my mother's neighbor of 30 odd years. A woman who is a wonderful attentive grandmother to her own family. My brother and sister and I are lucky that she also spread her attention to us during our youth. For years she watched us play from her kitchen window as she washed her dishes. She was the first report to our mother.  She watched over us while my mother worked and attended college.  There was no sneaking or fighting---because Mrs. G would witness it from that kitchen window. When we locked our selves out from our house, she and her husband were always waiting with cookies in their warm kitchen (the house key was always missing and we siblings  blamed each other for where it had gone). And like my grandmothers she would dote.  Tell us how handsome we were, how smart. Tell my mother how good we were. How lucky my mother was to have us.

Above is a photograph of my E and dear Mrs. G. He is brand new in the picture. And true to her kind heart she told me how handsome, how smart he was. Like his mother, she would say.

When Mrs. G. held my E it opened my heart to the memories of my grandmothers. Her tender embrace of my son was an open channel to the love of my grandmothers who had passed. The grandmothers that I miss. She served as the connection to the women who would have  adored this special little boy.

Today Mrs. G is not well.  Now it is my mother who is the neighbor that does the checking and reporting on our Mrs G.  My thoughts and prayers are with my neighbor and her family...that she may soon again be watching over my family from her kitchen window.