My grandmother was one of the most respected women I’ve ever known. Everywhere we went people would listen to her and show her the respect she deserved, all because of her way of interacting with people and carrying herself.
When I look at my mother, I sometimes see my granny in her. They were so different, but I noticed it when mama speaks to me. Sometimes she speaks with that same encouragement in her voice, which makes me remember how my granny used to encourage me through my first 10-14 years of life. I remember her words, her way of dealing with problems and taking care of her loved ones. She was always there, she would listen and she would play cards with us kids, talking about raising my mom and my aunt. Granny was a very patient woman, she was fair, but she didn’t take any crap from anyone. She didn’t mind punishing her grandkids for their bad behavior, but she preferred talking to us.
My brother taught me how to read and explained what geography is, showing me mountains, water and all the green areas on a map, but granny was the one who took me to museums, all kind of museums in St. Petersburg. She even took me with her to Moscow during summer vacation and showed me the city. Back then I was happy and enjoyed the things she did for me, it was huge for an 8 year old girl. Today I still worship her and appreciate the things she did, honoring the memory of her.
I often wish she could be here to see how we are all doing, there are so many things I want to tell her, so much have happened in my life since then.. I would want her to be proud of me, of who I am today and with every step that I take I often catch myself thinking: Would I be ashamed of sharing this or that with her? Should I try to change for the better?
The memory of her makes me want to improve myself, get rid of bad habits, to do more for myself and people around me. I wish I could be just half the person my granny was.
When I look at my mother, I sometimes see my granny in her. They were so different, but I noticed it when mama speaks to me. Sometimes she speaks with that same encouragement in her voice, which makes me remember how my granny used to encourage me through my first 10-14 years of life. I remember her words, her way of dealing with problems and taking care of her loved ones. She was always there, she would listen and she would play cards with us kids, talking about raising my mom and my aunt. Granny was a very patient woman, she was fair, but she didn’t take any crap from anyone. She didn’t mind punishing her grandkids for their bad behavior, but she preferred talking to us.
My brother taught me how to read and explained what geography is, showing me mountains, water and all the green areas on a map, but granny was the one who took me to museums, all kind of museums in St. Petersburg. She even took me with her to Moscow during summer vacation and showed me the city. Back then I was happy and enjoyed the things she did for me, it was huge for an 8 year old girl. Today I still worship her and appreciate the things she did, honoring the memory of her.
I often wish she could be here to see how we are all doing, there are so many things I want to tell her, so much have happened in my life since then.. I would want her to be proud of me, of who I am today and with every step that I take I often catch myself thinking: Would I be ashamed of sharing this or that with her? Should I try to change for the better?
The memory of her makes me want to improve myself, get rid of bad habits, to do more for myself and people around me. I wish I could be just half the person my granny was.
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