Ode to the Real Old "G"s - Grandmothers and Grandfathers

Ode to the Real Old "G"s

Part 1 - Le Fleur Belle 

Since it's Mother's Day this weekend,  this one goes out to the G'Mas, the Nanas, the Grammies and the Grandmas. I'll have one for Grandpas in a month.

Your legacy comes in many forms.  But mostly, it is the aroma from the kitchen that rings a mental dinner bell; causing stomachs to growl and hearts to yearn for home from across the room, the house, the block, the city, the state, the country and a continent away.  Holiday traditions and family history are kneaded like fresh bread with your worn hands and pursed lips; we hunger for it. 

Your sage advice is delivered as a soft cuff under the chin, a stern admonishment or simply laid out as a formidable look.  You understand and spoil, you teach and preach.  You pray with fervent devotion.  Those prayers have healed the mind, body and soul of your bloodline, as well as, those who you have “adopted" as yours. 

At times, we don’t understand your raw truth. Sometimes, it cuts to the quick.  Sometimes, it’s as gentle as downy feathers on a cheek.  Your hands have delivered a swift slap and a loving caress to young and grown alike.  Your age and experience serve as your weapon, shield and badge of honor.  You bless the generations by giving sup to your sons and daughters so that they may spread the benefits of the meal made up of your faith and God's grace.  

Whether here with us or up in heaven singing praises into our dreams, you are still blessing and praying for us.  May God bless you as He continues to bless us by giving us time to spend with you and remembering all that you have given.  Happy Mother's Day to you.