Here's mom (grammie) when she was about 22 hitting a parked car with a baseball bat. There is a story here, I am sure. Something about car paint being impossible to chip? I think it was for a newspaper story she was writing. I don't quite remember, but I think too many details might wreck how awesome this image is. This is before she has us kids, maybe even before she was married by a year or so.
And Grandma with her twin boys at age 22. My Mom's Mom. These two women are huge in my life. Grandma passed away several years ago, but not a day goes by that I don't think of her. Both women larger than life, both journalists—brilliant woman with strong personalities, huge hearts, and senses of humor. I asked my Mom once what she felt was one of Grandma's biggest strengths as a mother and she said it was her ability to love and support her children without judgment, especially of my Mom's parenting. I smiled when she said this, because this is how I feel about my Mom now—100% supportive of what I do with my girls and the choices I make for my family. Or at least if she's not, she's a master of keeping it to herself. Ha! I could write forever about these two women and how much they mean to me. I should stop now before I get completely teared up. Sniff. Seeing my Mom with my girls now is pure magic, I wish I could record every minute of it. We are all so lucky.
Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there—put your feet up if you can.
