you never know what you will get

I talked to my grandma today. That’s nothing special though, I talk to her at least once a week. She is probably the closest to me in my family.

A while back, my parents moved into a new house. She went to see it. While she was there, my mom was talking about how she was going to have to fix up a room for Jackson (the nephew). Then she told my grandma that “she finally understood and appreciated what she did for duane and shannon” all those years ago. This made my grandma happy. It made her happy to finally hear that her taking care of me wasn’t seen as a bad thing, but was beginning to be a good thing.

Finally.

My grandmother also said she commented to my mom about not keeping children again, because she was afraid of them getting hurt. This relates specifically to an incident when I was a toddler, and while being kept by my grandmother, I bit into a power cord, and almost fried my bottom lip off. Somehow it miraculously healed, but my grandmother was always blamed for the incident, nonetheless.

When my grandmother said the comment about keeping children and accidents, my mother told her “we don’t blame you for what happened”, referring to the incident with my lip. Finally, they forgave her for something she didn’t do, and couldn’t control.

It seems that grandmotherhood is turning my mother into a more compassionate person. I hope that she will see what she could have seen in me, in Jackson. I hope that she can realize that, and share it with me before it is too late.

I am at least grateful that my grandmother was treated well for the good things she has done for me my whole life, even if it was only 2 sentences mentioned while touring a house. I also told her today that she need not worry about what people will think of her, and to do what she wants with this life, because it doesn’t matter how much you worry about what people think about you when you are a Moody, it isn’t going to stop them from thinking it. I think she’s starting to agree.