While my family was busy making my mother’s day a pleasant one, I was left alone to relax. Knowing I had a little bit of time to soak in the sun before the clouds set in, I decided to lounge by the pool and give myself a MUCH NEEDED pedicure.
"Little Bit".....that was the nickname my grandmother gave me. She called me Little Bit all 46 years of my life. I was blessed to know this woman for 46 years. I was blessed that my children knew her too. Every year we would use spring break to visit South Texas. To enjoy my grandparents’ for a few days with the kiddos. The kids have many memories of visiting Corpus. I feel honored that I have been awarded such a unique blessing to have my children truly know their great-grandparents during their formative years.
Myriam Elena Diaz (Grandmama) was a strong-willed woman until her fear would get the best of her. She was a strong Christian woman and believed her entire family needed to have faith as a mustard seed. Perpetually hearing this as a child gave me the case of eye rolls. But, as my life shaped, my faith shaped too. I owe much of my faith to my Grandmama. She changed my diapers, she spanked my booty, she prayed for me fervently, and loved me immensely. I was honored to know this woman for 46 years.
As I was painting my nails, which is a chore that I find a bit disgusting but necessary. I was blessed with a reminder of one of the last few interactions I had with her. During my visit, we decided to take her outside for some fresh air. She was struggling to put on her socks and shoes, and without hesitation, I got on my knees and put them on for her. Grandmama was a very vain woman who felt that no one should see her feet, much less help her put on her shoes. She kept telling me to get up, worried I would find her less than perfect. To my surprise, I found it to be an honor that God bestowed on me to be at her feet. To offer my devotion to my Grandmama was, without a doubt, a way to show my respect and love to a woman I have grown to adore.
At 10, I would have laughed at the thought of putting on socks and shoes for this woman. At 20, I would have been repulsed at the idea and begged my other sisters to do it instead, at 30, I would have been too busy wrestling my children to put on their socks and shoes. At 45, I had been given enough life and seasons to understand the beauty in this act of service. I told my Grandmama, "I am happy to do this for you. I love you so much and how many times have you done this for me? How many times have you done this for my babies?"
I can hear her voice now: “Aye precious, NO!” Being at my Grandmama’s feet was perfectly magical and a memory I will always remember.
Not many people get to have their grandmothers around for the majority of their lives. I am truly thankful that God blessed me with my grandmother for so many years. She helped shape me into the woman I am today. She carries a legacy of love, silliness, and faith. I miss her voice, and I especially miss her speaking to me in her native language.. Until we meet again, Grandmama, Te quiero muchisimo!
beautiful!!