Day 9 – What is the most important lesson you learned from your own mother (or other primary caretaker)? What do you imagine the name of your Grandmother’s blog would be and what would she write about?
I like this post, as I've always felt a kinship to the women that came before me in my family. I feel like I'm a culmination of all they worked and prayed for and that those who have passed watch over me. Anytime I ever get in a tough spot, I'll say to myself, "What would Nana Royal do?" or something of the like. I might also say a quick prayer to them to ask for help in what I'm going through. I'm sure they were not perfect, but they were tough cookies and they always got things done. I don't think there's a weak one of us in the lot.
The most important lesson I learned from my mother is that learning is a lifelong achievement, you can begin something new at any time, and education is the most important thing in being able to support yourself well. My mother decided to go back to school and get a nursing degree when I was in 4th grade. My dad supported her in this endeavor, which I also learned from both of them how to be supportive in a marriage to meet common goals. She graduated when I was in 6th or 7th grade and I was so proud. I vowed I wasn't going to have to go through that when my kids were small and I was going to college right from high school and get a good career that I liked. I did just that, and my college education has really helped me be able to help support my family.
I can think of some really interesting blog names if my grandmother's had blogs. My mom's mom would be something like (and please don't be offended), "Shops like a Jewish Grandmother". She's always proud of the deals she can find. My dad's mom would have to be something like "Tales of a Dysfunctional Sicilian Family". I can't think of what my Great Grandmother would name her blog. She was my mother's grandmother and she was alive until 1994 when she was 93 years old. She was awesome. She'd probably write about recipes, politics and current events. Her last year was rough with a brain tumor, but before that, she was the only 90 year old I ever knew that wanted complete control over her life, she lived on her own, only relied on people to take her to the grocery store and doctor's appointments and knew everything that was going on in the world around her.