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My Abuelita Bonita

This was a prompt that my kids were required to write about a motherly figure. They are reading The Joy Luck Club and exploring relationships with females. I responded to the prompt as well so that I could give an example...and of course because I love to write!

Of the many, many INCREDIBLE women in my life, I chose to write about my Grandma.
 Enjoy...

The motherly person in my life that I chose to write about is my grandmother. Her full name is Mary Margaret Eva Lucille Morgan but she goes by Lou. Most people call her "Grandma Morgan" because whether you're her grandchild or not, she treats you as if you were. Abuelita Bonita (my special name for her: translation Beautiful Little Grandma) is 83 years old. She has raised or been a significant part in raising every person in our family. For me specifically, she was a key peice of childhood. She is the grandmother of 19 and the great grandmother of 27 children. Since the love of her life (that would be me!) is two hours south in San Diego, the substitute is Jack, her chihuahua/terrier. She is a woman that is selfless and knows what unconditional love is.

Abuelita Bonita is a genuinely selfless woman. No matter what it is she needs or wants, she will put it aside for me. When I was a little girl, she would give me the JCPenny catalogue to circle the new clothes I wanted for the school year...most consisted of denim-like articles with flowery patterns. She made sure that no matter what it was that I needed, she would find a way to provide it. This was true of her relationship with my mother as well. Because my mom worked full-time and was a single parent, Abuelita would pick me up from school and have dinner ready for all of us by the time Mom got off work. This was a true blessing to my mom and I. 'Til this day, when I'm at home visiting, Mom gets off work and rushes to Grandma's so that the three of us can have a delicious home-made meal.

Abuelita loves unconditionally. I know without a doubt that no matter what I do, good choice/bad choice and in between, my Grandmother will be there to support me. She will have an opinion as well, but it will never be said in a way that hurts or discourages. She is wise and knows what it means to truly love someone unconditionally, the way she loves my mom and me. Many people in our family have made poor choices (don't we all from time to time) and even hurt my grandmother in the process. Whether they admitted or apologized, Grandma forgives and forgets. She is a tough woman but you wouldn't know it!

(Now do you know how to write an intro and two descriptive paragraphs including examples? Great!)

Note: If you are blessed enough to have a Grandma- Call her today and see how she's doing...and ask about her dog too!!!

Comments

Rowdy said…
i had to give th eulogy at my g-ma's funeral. it was soooo rough. but i do remember speaking about her unconditional love.
Mike said…
I am glad the prompt meant something to you. Reading your story just made my night. See ya tomorrow. You are awesome!

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