A Grandmother's Love

The recurrence Daylight Savings time has interrupted my pattern of sleep.  I sit here reveling in the fact, “There is nothing sweeter than the love of  my Grandsons!  This was evidenced by a phone call that I received at nearly ten o clock last night.  It was my youngest Grandson, Obama.  Yes, he is named after the first Black President!

grandson - Obama

                My heart dances when I recall the bond that I had with my Grandmother.  I affectionately called her Momma.  I have so many wonderful memories installed in my psyche and in my heart by this extraordinary woman. 

                November eighteenth will mark her birthday, the day before my son’s transition.  I know that they will be dancing together that day.  I try to wrap my mind around the fact that they are both not here with me in the sphere.  However, they live indelibly inside of me!

                The corners of my mouth turn up as I think of the evening, at eleven years of age that I asked the Lord to at least allow me to grow up and see my children.   The idea that the world was a wicked place, and the world would soon end,  had been drummed into my thinking so much so that I did not believe I’d grow up.  But here I am, a Grandmother.

                I am grateful and I offer thanks to the Creator for exceeding my expectations of maturation.  I have had the enormous pleasure not only of being called Mommy, but now I am known as Nama.  My heart leaps each time I hear the singsong manner in which my three Grandbabies call to me.

grandson - TRay

Larrie Noble, III, (TRay) is my eldest Grandson.  He is the exact visual replica of my dear son Elliott.  However, he acts like his Dad.  I chuckle each time my son Larrie laments that TRay is “Just like me.” I can only state in text language, ROTF….I am rolling on the floor because my eldest son was born so that I would pray, and he is definitely reaping in theory!

grandson - El

Then there is Elliott, (Little El) as he is called.  He does not favor any of our side of the family, barring his Grandfather’s exact birthmark, and my Grandma’s goofy smile.  He is just as his Uncle El was; basically quiet, with a calmer temperament than his two brothers have. 

                What can I say about Obama? (Mr. President)  He must be Richard Pryor reincarnated.  My Grandsons are the absolute joy of my heart!  I am hopeful that they will have the same wonderful memories of me that I have of my Grandmother Annie Lee Riley Ainsworth. 

                There was no safer place that I had, than in her loving arms.  Thank you Momma.  I pray that I can be a fraction of the inspiration to my Grandchildren that you were to me.  Dance with El Momma.  I will see you both soon enough!