On Grandparents, Sages and Ancestors

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Granddaddy (My Dad), circa 2004, watching over my son at a school camping trip. (Excuse the imperfections in the image.)

 

Every time I see folks taking care of their grandchildren, I always make it a point to say to them, “Thank God for Grandparents!”

No doubt, Grandparents can be a child’s guardian angel materialized on Earth.

Trust me when I tell you that I enjoyed interacting with my own Grandparents–when they were alive–and I’ve enjoyed watching my children do the same with my parents.

Grandchildren:  Always be a blessing to your Grandparents, just as they are or were to you!

Ah, but wait, I can hear somebody in the ethers hollering, “But Lady G, I’ve never had a relationship with my Grandparents.”

To that, I say…

Seek the Sages!

Sages are easy to find–if you’re willing to look around you.

Sometimes they are sitting next to you on the bus.

Other times, they are standing next to you at the library.

Or in the line at the coffee shop.

Interactions with Sages need not be unnecessarily long.

Sometimes, Sages offer a quick word of advice or wisdom that can take you ten steps further down the road.

Sadly, many Sages are slipping away in:

Nursing homes

Back bedrooms

Small apartments

Unattended to…

So…

Find the Sages I say!  Talk to them!  Learn their stories! Take pictures of them! Bestow them with accolades!

(It should go without saying that this advice also applies to Grandparents.)

Treasure them…they deserve it!

For tomorrow you will look and they’ll be gone.

Finally, let us not forget…

The Ancestors!

For the purposes of this post, Ancestors are defined as all of the Grandparents, and Sages who have ‘shuffled off this mortal coil’…having ascended to higher realms.

Remember and honor them!

They are watching!

Make them proud!

Love and light to you all!

Lady G 😘💋

Dedicated to My Grandparents:

Mary

Leroy and Annie Maude

And to my Parents, Sages and Ancestors!

Listen to Mama…

 

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Mama throwing serious side-eye!

My 22 year-old son and I are very close.

We always have been.

From the moment he was born, he and I were inseparable.

I can remember turning down plenty of opportunities to go hang out with friends; opting instead to stay home with my baby boy.

People would say, “I know the perfect babysitter.”

To which I would respond with something along the lines of, “Well, I don’t know that person and neither does my son…so there’s that.”

Sounds harsh doesn’t it?

Oh well!

Anyway, suffice it to say, whenever my son (or my daughter) would ask to do things that were borderline ‘iffy,’ I’d think long and hard before deciding whether or not I would allow them to partake.

And, whenever I decided NOT to allow them to do something, I would explain, sometimes ad nauseum,  why I came to the conclusion that I did.

Then I would punctuate that explanation with the following statement, “Baby, you are extremely valuable and you cannot be replaced.”

That said, Mama watched them babies like the proverbial HAWK!

But then…

My son graduated high school and went away to college.

At that point, all bets were off!

He was his own man and I had no control over his choices.

My only saving grace was the fact that I still had influence.

Luckily, my son and I had always been able to talk about ANYTHING…and I mean anything.

He valued my opinion and often sought and listened to my advice.

YAAASSS!

He sought and listened to my advice…

Until he didn’t.

And that’s when I had to come to terms with the fact that this dude was now an adult who was more than capable of making his own decisions.

In short, I needed to fall back!

So nowadays, when he tells me that he’s leaving to go on a tour of the Moon and Mars, I just have to say a quiet prayer, be still, and know that God is watching over him wherever he goes.

Now…

Having said all of that, I recently told my son, “Listen to Mama…but just not too much.”

Friends, I said that because I want him to benefit from my wisdom and experience but not be paralyzed by my fears.

He got my point.

I hope you do too.

But just in case you didn’t…

Remember, whether you are seeking advice from Mama, Daddy, or whomever, use your own discernment.

Take what’s useful and kindly leave what’s not!

***Said the woman who has been white-knuckling her way through motherhood!

LOL!!!

Love and light to you!

LadyG 😘💋

PS:  This is dedicated to my children, R and J, and for ALL of my “babies” in the blogosphere!  

You guys know who you are 🙂

This is also for every parent and child, no matter where you are in the process 🙂

 

A Day in the Life of the Ladies

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Arise and shine!

 

So, today I was inspired to create a photo journal entry to show you guys what a typical day looks like for me.  Actually, this is not the first time I’ve done this.  Some of you may remember a similar post that I did a few months back called “Everyday Randomness.”

Believe it or not, that post proved to be quite popular-hence my decision to see if lightning will strike twice on the same blog!  LOL!

And so….

Here’s a typical day for Lady G:

Ok, no lies, it wasn’t really typical since my daughter, L’il Miss Lady J, was out of school for fall break.

But please rest assured knowing that Lady J and Lady G had quite the interesting day 😉

Here’s how it unfolded:

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A quick stop at Fresh Market.  Lady G’s mother used to love this place; she liked all of the delightful aromas that tend to waft through the store.  Lady J and Lady G sampled the fruit infused water; they were not that impressed.

 

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They were, however, impressed with this little seafood salad smorgasbord:)

 

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And with this vibrant floral display
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Lady G was captivated by the wine selection. Lady J was…. NOT!
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Moments later, Lady J concluded that desserts were much more fascinating than wine.
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After completing their tour of Fresh Market, the two ladies proceeded to take a scenic ride to the Land of Elsewhere.
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Be aware that Lady G and Lady J are HUGE fans of Halloween.  That said, no September or October day trip would be complete without them taking a peek at creepy things.
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The ladies also enjoyed other sensory delights! 

Ahem…May I have your attention for a moment in order to share a couple of quick stories?

Thank you 😉

While shopping, Lady J and Lady G met a noblewoman who shared that she had been to Paris, France nine times!

Hmm… I sense that you are wondering what prompted this confession.

Well, it seems that she overheard the ladies talking about their dream to go to Paris someday.  Such being the case, the dear gentlewoman decided to encourage the two to keep that dream alive.

Her parting words to the ladies were, “Tell God your dreams and keep your hearts open; then you can do anything you want to.”

One thing’s for sure, magical advice seems to follow the ladies wherever they go!

Not convinced?

Farther up the road, the two ladies came upon a cashier  Duchess who wore the most glamorous makeup!  She also sported a shiny rhinestone headband with matching diamondy earrings!

Naturally, the ladies complimented this exquisite specimen on her beauty.

As one might expect, the cashier Grand Dame, who was about 70 years old, replied, “Thank you!”  But, she went on to say, “I always dress up because there was a time when I couldn’t…you know, between taking care of my sick husband and father…I find that looking good makes me feel good.”

Magical advice?

Indeed!

Shall we proceed?

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Even the most proper Lady must attend to certain mundane duties 🙂
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Upon arriving home, Lady G decided to retire to her ‘Magic and Creativity Chamber.’
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Ah…but then she began to feel a bit lunchy!  😉
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Nightfall!  Lady G and Lady J prepare for a sky gazing session!  It’s one of their favorite past times! To their delight, in the Southeastern sky, The Harvest Moon appeared! Sadly, LadyG did not take a picture of the moon as she has found that I-Phones are inadequate for capturing such majesty.
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Alas, the Dragon of Ragweed has decided to slay Lady G.  Notice the tired eyes and dark circles. Oh well! Time to take some Benadryl.  Good night!

 

 

Such is the magical life of the ladies!

😘💋

 

The Scalloped Potatoes Standoff

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Warning:   This is a 20th century parenting strategy that will land you in jail if you tried it today. Also, be aware that this post includes a whole lot of Southern vernacular/ dialect or whatever a linguist might call it! 😉

I love scalloped potatoes!  I can eat them on any given day of the week.  I like them with cheese, chives, cheese and chives, onions-whatever.  Any iteration of scalloped potatoes is all good with me 🙂

But it wasn’t always that way.

In fact, when I was a kid, I HATED scalloped potatoes!!!  Baby there aren’t enough exclamation points to help me stress this point.  Now, do you think that this fact mattered to my mama?  Ummm…NO!

Note:  If you don’t know my mama, go back and read the post “Mama and the Balloon Man.”

Anyway, I grew up during a time when you ate whatever your mama cooked.  There was none of this ‘meals cooked to order’ business!  Either you ate whatever was placed in front of you or you stayed hungry.

Well, there was also another possibility. Let me explain.

One 1970’s-ish day, mama cooked meatloaf with butter beans and…you got it… freaking scalloped potatoes! I remember quickly gulping down the meatloaf and butter beans–baby they were delicious!  After doing so, I politely used my napkin to wipe my mouth (mama taught us manners) and I commenced to go outside.  Mind you, those scalloped potatoes were still sitting on my plate, just as mama had placed them.

My dear hearts, before I could reach the door, mama said, “Where you goin’?”  I said, “I’m going outside to play jacks.”  Friends, I could tell by the scowl on mama’s face that she didn’t like my response!  I remember how she looked at me–then at my plate and said, “Get your butt back over there and eat them scalloped potatoes—and you better eat every bit or you gone sit there all night!”

Baby, she threw the gauntlet down!  And so did I.  The scalloped potatoes standoff was on!

Ok, I knew not to completely defy her so I sat my butt down and stared at the scalloped potatoes.  My brother, who was very young said, “Gwin-Gwin (that’s what he called me back then) you better eat your food!”  Mama looked at him and said, “Don’t tell her nothin’, she gone see!”

No matter, I just sat there looking at the plate.

Before long, I looked up and realized that I was the only person left sitting at the table; but that didn’t bother me.  I simply REFUSED to eat those potatoes and I was prepared to stay there all night to prove it!

As you might have guessed, sitting at the table alone got pretty boring so I remember adding massive amounts of pepper and salt to the scalloped potatoes; I literally made them inedible-or so I thought.

A few minutes later, my dad walked in the front door; he had just gotten home from work.  As a railroad conductor, he worked 16 hour days so he usually got off pretty late.  When daddy saw me sitting at the table he said, “Bay why you still sittin’ at the table?”  To that, I replied,“Mama making me!”

Well, daddy knew better than to contradict any of mama’s edicts.  Baby, everybody knew that, when it came to disciplinary matters, my mother had the last say. That being the case, dad put his work bag down on the floor and proceeded to move on to another area of the house.

Friends, just as I turned my head away from daddy, I felt a sharp pain!  It was mama coming down on me with a belt!  She was wearing me out!  All I could hear her say was “Now eat them damn potatoes!”

Baby when I tell you that I “ate them damn potatoes,” I mean, I ate ‘em!  In fact, I didn’t use a fork!  I shoved them down my throat with both hands! Tears and snot was everywhere!

Um hmm… It looks like mama won the standoff 😉

Anyway, many years later, mama and I would laugh about that story.  One day, right before she passed away, we talked about that little episode and she smiled at me and said, “I couldn’t let you win.”

As a mother, I knew exactly what she meant!

What do you think mama meant?