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A Great Grandmother’s Love

I come from a large family. My mother is one of 10 children. They produced nearly 100 grandchildren and great-grandchildren. My grandmother taught us a great deal about life in many simple ways. It was effortless, but very effective.

I can recall the days of going fishing. I hated it but I learned a survival technique. She used to garden and had us helping out by picking greens, shelling peas, snapping green beans, and whatever else she told us to do. I learned how to grow food for my family. I spent countless hours in the kitchen watching her cook and learning her recipes.

She taught me the importance of having faith and praying. I know she prayed for each one of my family members even if we weren’t praying for ourselves.

The most important lesson I learned from my grandmother was unconditional love. She taught me how to love others without judgement. I told her my fears about becoming a mother. She said that nobody could love my baby the way I would and have faith in the Lord because He would see me through. Oh boy, she was so right!

As big as our family was, she always managed to find even more love in her heart for the babies. My grandma lived an hour away but traveling was difficult for her at times, but she was so excited to attend Preston 1st birthday party.

The night before Preston was scheduled for craniosynostosis surgery, my grandma called to talk. I believe she was actually praying over us though. She was the first person I called on the other side of his surgery.

The calmness in her voice was always soothing and reassuring that everything would be fine.

My grandma saw the best in everybody but she truly was Preston’s biggest supporter and cheerleader. He could do no wrong in her eyes.

My grandmother taught me about faith and how to see the good in people, not to be judgmental of their circumstances, and so much more. She was my everything. Last year on the day after my birthday, she went into the hospital. Two weeks later, she passed away.

Although I have some family members who don’t support or understand autism, my grandmother simply just loved Preston for who he is. She didn’t see him as a disability. She just saw her great grandson. I lost my rock but I’m so thankful for the morals she instilled in me as well the lessons she taught me.

There were moments I’d call and vent to her. She would quiet me with a sentence or two. One of her constant things she’d say about Preston’s behavior is that he had his head cut open and that’s he still the best he can be under the circumstances. She didn’t know about autism mostly because she was in her 80’s, but she refrained from any judgment. I believe it gave her more the reason to give him support by the best of her ability.

Everything she taught in me, I hope to do the same for Preston.