Inspiration is a tough thing. Everyone is inspired by something different. And as my life continues to change and grow and along with maturity what inspires me often changes too. Of course I am inspired to do well, succeed, set an example and all those things that come along with being a mother. So yes, my children inspire me to be the best that I can be no matter what stage or feeling I am in my life.
My personal inspiration that has been a constant through all the stages in my life is my maternal Grandma-Grandma Joyce. She’s a tiny little character all but 4’10 on a good day! I never remember a day where my grandma wasn’t dressed to the 9’s and with her face carefully applied. I spent a lot of time with my grandma at her house when I was little, I would spend the nights there and she would let me dress up in her clothes and shoes. She lived across the gravel road from a river access and we spent a lot of time exploring the area. She had a huge garden, a beautiful koi pond outside her living room window, a huge yard that she would have Easter eggs hunts in every year with the eggs pantyhose use to come in, my bed time snack was always a bowl of cereal. To this day cereal still doesn’t taste as perfect as it did at her house. Her home was immaculate and her screened in front porch was my absolute favorite place to be! I don’t ever recall her raising her voice or a hand to me in all those years. When I became a young woman she gifted me with a book that she had written to me about advice, memories we shared, wishes and love she had. I don’t think it was until I read this book that I truly understood the torment she suffered in those years that everything in my eyes was absolutely perfect. I knew my grandpa had left their marriage and had remarried when I was approximately 10 years old but I never had a clue how upset my grandma truly was. She is a devout Catholic and getting divorced “back then” was shameful to her and she had to go through a lot of steps in order to get the divorce. She too eventually remarried-I am not entirely convinced she remarried for love, I believe she loved him but that she also remarried to not be alone. I do not believe she was ever in love with him the way she is in love with my grandpa. My grandpa has since passed away as has my step-grandpa. My grandma is still alive and well, dressed to the 9’s and perfectly placed face. Feisty as all get out. She appears to be happy but even if she wasn’t-I don’t know that I would ever know. I admire and am inspired by that woman for everything that she is. She is 85 years old and complains little and loves a lot. She has taught me to get up each and every day and dress like you mean it. Misery loves company and that’s not the place to be. She is a woman who forgives but has her breaking point too. And she never ever seems bitter. She inspires me every day to be a strong, forgiving, loving, woman.
Love to All-Kim