Women’s History Month – Meet My Grandmama
To this day, my Grandmama is one of my biggest inspirations. And to kick off #WomensHistoryMonth, I want to tell y’all a little about her.
Grandmama loved to talk. She’d talk to anybody who would listen. Or you’d think she was talking to herself, but then realize she was talking to the Lord. She prayed over us out loud every single day, even when we didn’t deserve it. And when she wasn’t talking or praying, you knew where she was in the house because you’d hear her humming gospel songs.
She LOVED God. Even in her latest stages of Alzheimer’s, my Grandmama would smile when I’d read to her from the Bible. She didn’t always recognize people or voices, but she knew the Lord’s voice.
She loved to cook. When my brother, Mama, and I had to move in with her, Grandmama’s cooking was magical. Everything she needed was in her garden. The rest of the ingredients were a little love and a lot of butter. She could make okra taste like heaven. And to a kid, that’s nearly impossible.
She loved my Granddaddy and her family. She was the ultimate homemaker. She would walk miles to her full-time job of cleaning other people’s homes, just to come and do the same to her own home. She ensured all of us were fed, Granddaddy was prepared for the next day, and chores were done. She ran a tight ship!
Grandmama’s strength was strong as an oak. Her roots were strong. Because of her, my branch grows toward the sky and reaches for the sun. But more importantly, one of the things I’m most grateful for was that she raised a strong, powerful Black woman, my Mama. She taught her to be proud of who she was and where she came from. She taught her to raise her boys to talk to the Lord, make the lives of those you love better, and to do it all with integrity and a smile.
Thank you for everything, Grandmama.
Love,
Tim
