My Grandma ("Baba")

I really should be writing a service right now, but I have to get this off my mind first.

I just went to visit my grandmother at a nursing home here in town. She's been living there for most of a year now, and it makes me sad in a way, but I know she needs that kind of care now.

I call my grandmother, "Baba". I don't know why, but it's what I've called her since I was a small child, so it stuck. I suppose it's a little childish still using that term, but if you don't like it you can bite me! :)

Anyways. Baba and I have a great connection. I don't get the chance to visit her very often, but when we get together we often talk for an hour or two. We don't seem to limit our conversation to our own lives very often - though that is a very important part - but we talk about the church, world issues, things that worry us. She teaches me so much about life, and what's important... yet she still makes me feel that my opinions and choices are valid. She said to me today when we were talking about me moving to Waterloo today that I'd need to find another job for the summers between terms. I agreed and mentioned that I'd been thinking of working at a church camp in some capacity. Her first thought was that I wouldn't be making a lot there (always the practical one). When I responded that money wasn't the entire purpose of working there, she said something along the lines of what a 'good Christian' I make... it was probably the best compliment I've received in a long time. Made my day. She's proud of me in a way only a grandmother can be, and she worries about me in exactly the same day. On hearing that I'd driven to Waterloo yesterday in a bit of a snow squall, I received a bit of an admonishment, but not an outright "You're crazy!"

Another note from today was that our lives seem to have paralleled eachother of late. Especially in our living circumstances - she recently moved into a nursing home, coming from a more independent style of living on her own. This is my plan for next year - moving in with four or five friends from living by myself for the last two years. It's going to be a huge adjustment, but I know that I can handle it because Baba has faith in me.

I'm really not sure where I was going with this. I think I just want a record of that I really do appreciate all that Baba is to me, and I wish everyone had someone in their family with whom they could connect as we do. As usual, I am blessed!

1 comment:

Krista said...

Great post, Gord. It's so important to remember people in our lives who are wise and have many well-lived years behind them.