Should I have known or speculated about those things? What is it about childhood that makes us not question the details of ones life, those things that helps to make them human? Could it have just been our own egotism? Some would say it was not our place as children to question. Some would say that we were not groomed that way. Some would say knowing those things would not have made any difference in our lives or that of our parents. We would all still end up liking, and loving each other regardless.
Not knowing some of the details about my grandmother sometimes haunts me, but I realize something more important. The lack of knowledge has not prevented me from loving her. It has not prevented me from thanking her for loving me, taking care of me, and keeping me alive until I met my biological mother. What a gift she has been in my life!
On Mother’s Day, the memories of my grandmother always besiege me and bring me comfort. Though occasionally sad that she didn’t live long enough to see me blossom into the woman she would want me to be, I am happy that I have known such a person as her.
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers who dare say they are like my grandmother, a treasure.