Today’s topic: Share a photo of something old. Maybe something that has personal history for you, that was passed down to you, and that has special meaning to you. Tell us about it and why it’s special.
Today is the very last day of Jenni’s Blogtember challenge and I’m so happy to have been a part of a great month-long of topics. It’s been so fun and has exposed me to numerous other blogs that are entertaining and a great read! Plus it really helped me with content since I’ve been super crazy busy with work!
Tomorrow I start a new 13 month challenge! It’ll be exciting so hold on to your pants! More info to come!
But today’s topic is to share a photo of something old. And I’m sharing an old photo of my grandma and I. (I’m not sharing it because my grandma is old…calm down!)
This woman. Where do I even begin? This is the woman that raised me and over the course of my life, moved from being my grandmother to being a mother, a friend, a confidante, a Hawk, a disciplinarian, and all of the things under a moon a person who raises you can be. When my dad moved in with his parents after his divorce from my mom, this was the person who I spent 97% of my time with. She woke me up for school (sometimes screaming at me because I DID NOT want to get up), she made me breakfast (and that’s where I know a lot more country songs than I should because she listened to Chicago’s US 99 all.the.damn.time.), she took me on her errands, and she took me clothes and school shopping. She was the person who was home when I arrived home from school every day. She was a homemaker, and she ran our house.
We always say in our family that she gives out “tough love.” And, it’s so very true. She loves all of us (my dad, uncle and me) fiercely. And she has the endearing nickname of “The Hawk” in our family because she knows EVERYTHING. Seriously, you cannot sneak anything past this woman. And if you DO make it past her – you feel a retched guilt.
She never had a daughter and she always wanted one. So, when I moved in with my dad, I became her daughter. I still think she loves me more than my dad and uncle! Ha! She is and always has been an amazing woman. She has some of the BEST stories about her younger years and I could listen to her talk for days about the things she and my grandpa used to do, where they used to go, about her job developing pictures in a photo shop, or how my grandparents went rollerskating all of the time when they were in their 20s. She’s old school. She hates technology, but she’s smart as a whip and I love her ever so much for that.
I don’t get to spend as much time with her as I’d like to, and sometimes that really breaks my heart. She’s one of a very few people on this earth that loves me no matter what. She raised me, and although she and I butted heads more than a few times in my life (hey! I was a bratty kid), she was always, always, always there for me, no matter what.