And she actually does knit sweaters and make me cookies (healthy ones, but they still count). That's my grandma.
Her story, like any grandma's story, is unique. She was born in the mountains of Peru, similar to where the character Pacha from The Emperor's New Grove lived. And like many grandmas, she fell in love, had kids, and worked extremely hard. She immigrated to the United States to make a better life for her three kids, a totally selfless act. I see her as an example of hard work and the best of morals.
Honestly, I don't see how grandmas could be so sweet. I don't know about you, but I feel like my grandma has never done anything mean in her whole life. It could just be the facade hidden by rosy cheeks, red lipsticks, and adorable outfits...but it works. Her willingness to give and help others gives me a characteristic to work towards for myself.
I don't understand why she does this, but she always tries to cover for me. I have to admit, there have been times where she has cleaned my whole room for me. (Mom, if you're reading this, I tried to tell her to stop.) In addition to a clean room, she has contributed to clean clothes and even clean dishes in my college dorm. Bottom line, she is always willing to lend a hand even when I don't necessarily deserve it.
Lastly, there is no judgement when it comes to food. She supports my willingness to eat by providing me with Grade A food and plenty of support to eat as much as possible. Without her consistent efforts to keep me full, I wouldn't be as "healthy'' as I am now. So thanks grandma for letting me stuff my face.
My grandma is the bee's knees, the hot potatoes, and the reason why I strive to do something with my life. She gives me endless amounts of joy and more love than I could have ever asked for. If that's not one heck of a woman, then I don't know what is.
