Know You By Your Title

I see my mother as a person not a mother. She’s a human being with flaws and concerns. I see my grandmother as a grandmother. A grandmother by conventional standards, with a treat to offer and a phrase on hand whenever a lesson needed to be learned. Her facial expressions mirror mine and she story of her life journey always offers a new lesson, despite how many times it’s been told. Her desires in life remind me of my own, and I idolize her because she offers the stability and love I expect from a grandmother. Whereas my mother has long given up the depths of her role and only takes in the more superficial aspects. Occasionally enhancing what I’ve been told a mother should be like.