On chicken salad, senior pictures, and baseball

I am the oldest grandchild on my mother’s side. My grandmother was forty-five years old when I was born. One of my uncles was twelve years old when I was born. He was so excited when he answered the phone and heard I was born, he actually dropped the phone and jumped up and down.

As time went on, more grandchildren were born; in total four granddaughters and three grandsons. We are spread across the United States, coast to coast, each of us full of tales about this grandmother we share. Being the oldest, I have many memories of her as a younger woman. She treated me as another child, instead of a granddaughter, which was both good and bad. I would often visit her when I was in college since she lived a few minutes away from campus.

One of the meals we shared was her chicken salad; a chicken breast, celery stalk or two, salt and pepper, mixed together with some mayonnaise. Super simple, yet in a way a special meal. I have many memories, including rolling out sugar cookies at her counter, as I grew up.

It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized how much I had learned by her side. Bargain hunting, how to judge if the deal was really a deal, the way a lady should sit, walk in heels, and how to throw a wicked baseball. She was the go-to mom in the neighborhood when the kids got a ball lodged in the crook of a tree. She could knock it out every time.

After she passed, my mother shared Gram’s senior photograph with me. I had always believed my features were from my paternal grandmother. After all, I had inherited her hair color, height, and physique. When I put my senior picture next to Gram’s, I was amazed .

While there are over forty years between the two pictures, there is more resemblance than I expected. Family tends to bring with it many things that cannot be chosen, genetics being one of them. I am grateful to have features of both of my grandmothers, what I also have are some of their mannerisms and personalities.

All of these parts of them are part of me.

As a believer, I wonder if someone who met me would think that I had features and mannerisms that reflect Christ. Do I show kindness to others, do I have patience with those who need it? Am I as forgiving of others, as He is forgiving of me?

Best Beloved, what characteristics have been passed down to you? Which characteristics of Christ do you long to have developed in your life? My prayer is for more love, less judgment, more grace, less pride. I pray the same for you.

Blessings,

xoxoxo

About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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