Recording Memories

This post actually applies to all parents, not just single parents.

My reason for writing it is because I felt an urgent need to respond to my granddaughter, Sarah, who is looking for friends and family members to post memories about her (from her facebook page). I decided to record one of my memories in this blog.

Anyway, Sarah...

Remember when we went to a Chinese buffet together? (You're already smiling, aren't you?) We sat across from each other, grandmother and granddaughter, and you looked into my eyes and said in your most considerate voice, "Grandma, do you have any mustache lightener?"

And I looked back at you, and – for a moment – thought, should I respond in a concerned grandmotherly way, or should I respond in a way that might bring a little smile to your face? And so I said it this way:

"Well, Sarah, no, I don't. But I do have something that darkens a mustache." (Every truly menopausal grandma has a dark mustache, right?)

OK, I didn't mention menopause, and menopausal grandmas do NOT always have mustaches, but WOW what an effect that statement had on you. Your eyelids popped open and jumped to your forehead. Your eyebrows crossed in confusion. Your Chinese food spurt out of your mouth like mini torpedoes as you gasped for air while you choked on it.

And when I saw your face, knowing you were wondering why the heck I would want to use mustache dye, we both burst out laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing until everybody in the restaurant thought we were both on something. Or crazy. Maybe both.

We couldn't stop laughing and the more we tried to stop, the harder we laughed. We were both wiping tears from our eyes from laughing so hard. We couldn't even look at each other without one of us laughing all over again. It was like one breath was all it took to start the whole process over again. I've never had so many people turn around to stare at me before you came along. You had me laughing so hard I couldn't tell you immediately that I used mustache dye to darken my eyebrows.

Ah, what a great fun memory. You know, I can even remember where we sat.

Love you, Sarah

G-ma

(By the way, that beautiful young woman is my granddaughter, Sarah. And, hey, if setting up a blog for recording memories is something you would like to attempt, I have a FREE e-book I can email to you if you want to give it a try – just post a comment below and I'll send it to you.)