Sunday

  We cherish our Sundays at home. I like to get up early and have my coffee during the quite morning hours. Lance hasn't woken yet and I know he is sleeping as if he'll never sleep again.  I'm contemplating making pancakes or bacon and eggs for breakfast. This is our typical Sunday morning.
  However, today we are going to pick up my grandmother and take her to church with us.  She recently moved here after living her whole life in a small town in southern Arkansas.  She is my last living grandmother, my father's mother, and we are so happy that she has moved near us now!
  My Mother's mother, G, passed away several years ago and we were very close. I remember spending most of my weekends with her, learning to cook, even dabbling in the art of crochet. She never attended a university and was a farmer's wife, working from sun up to sun down.  A typical grandmother type, who had the curl set hair do, wore caftans, and always cooked with butter and love.
  My dad's mother, N, is very different. Even though both these women grew up in the same era and in the same small town, they are night and day. N did the whole housewife thing, raising her two children, cooking, cleaning, being the best wife and mother. However, I'd call her a conservative liberal (not politically, but socially). She dreamed of teaching and working and helping others. She attended the University of Arkansas and has always had a passion for education.  She never crocheted, didn't particularly enjoy to cook, and her hair remains untouched by gray.  So I have learned a lot from both my grandmothers, G taught me to be domestic and a caretaker, while N is teaching me to be a strong, independent woman, grateful for God's blessings on our lives despite any downfalls. She is someone who has loved a lot and lost, and change has come again into her life.  She is taking it all with the most optimistic attitude and heart. I'm a lucky girl to have had such great women in my life.