As I previously mentioned, my son and his family will be moving in with Mama and me soon so there's a lot to be done around Casa de Feedin' Mama to make room. Yesterday they came by in the evening and we ventured into the Garage of Shame. It must be cleared out because we need the space for storage and I must confess now before God and everybody that I have a definite tendency toward pack-ratiness... so my garage is, indeed, the Garage of Shame. Inside the house I have Closets of Doom to continue the theme and they will have to be dealt with as well. This is going to be hard but I think cathartic as well for me. I've just accumulated and accumulated over the 10 years since I moved in here with Mama and it's beyond time to sort through, clear out and simplify. Scary stuff but it Must. Be. Done!!!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Where Angels Fear to Tread
Anyhoo... we got a huge pile of drek dragged out to the trash pile last night, the trash pickers were busily going through it this morning and the garbage truck guys got the rest so we've gotten off to a good start. I just have to be strong and keep tossing and donating until I have it all down to a manageable level. I've got friends (and you too Janey!) that will push and coax and encourage me and who will help me get the remainder organized so God bless them. Your prayers and good wishes for courage, strength and my sanity will be much appreciated.
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Betsy, I grew up in an intergenerational household for most of my life. After my grandfather passed away my grandmother moved in with my mother, my sister and myself. At the time I was not overly thrilled. I was in 7th grade and too many things were changing all at once. However looking back now I see that she and I would not have had the same relationship had she not lived with us. She was one of my best friends and safest allies...I knew I could count on her for things when no one else could be trusted. Even when I endedup pregnant at 18 while everyone else was yelling, screaming and accusing, she sat me down and said well, how are we going to handle this and what do you need me to do....she passed away over 14 years ago and even as I type this I cannot help but cry. Especially at this time of year, summer, her favorite season, I miss her.
There are things I never ever would have learned if she had not lived with us. My life and the lives of all those I come in contact with are changed because of that. In the same way that the lives of your grandchildren and all those lives they touch will be different because of having not only their grandmother BUT the blessing of a great-grandmother right there helping to raise them...
amen and best of luck...it will NOT always be easy or run smoothly but at the end of the day it will be love....
Thanks for sharing your experience Michele. I'm so glad you had your grandmother in your life and that you had such a strong relationship with her as you grew up. I'm sure you were a blessing in her life as well. That is a gift I hope to share with all of my grandchildren.
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