I never really met my grandmothers. Or let me rephrase. I was only privileged to meet the last days of my maternal grandmother before she passed. I was only a child, but the memory of her sweet, loving nature is still fresh and will forever remain with me.
Now that's the first. Secondly, I did not grow up with my biological mother, but in the last few years, I've been with an aged woman who doesn't just play the role of a mother, but also fills the vacuum of a late grandmother.
My content today is focused on the challenges I've encountered in taking care of my aged grandmother. Yes, she became a grandmother to me the day she embraced me into her large home, without minding the intertribal difference.
There's a lot to say about the beautiful soul I'm living with, but let me narrow down to some challenges I've encountered.
If you must know, aged people do not think the same way young minds do. For those that are very agile, they tend to pay attention to tiny details. For example, the exact time to wake up, the exact time to begin the chores, even as insignificant as the exact kitchen bowl to use for a particular cooking chore.
And granny here has a rule of no going out once it's 6 p.m. That is completely challenging for me, being a young person and a student who's involved in other extracurricular activities.
But here's how I navigate through. A simple understanding of her personality. I understand that the things she holds on to as principles, saw her through her youthful age. And if we must blend, I must learn to adapt... to adapt to the things I consider rather weird, reduce my activities, follow instructions, and learn to smile even when doing them.
I believe that although I may not totally adopt all her practices, she's, in her own way, teaching me what orderliness means. And what's more beautiful than living one's life based on principles?
This is my first time posting here. I hope I'm welcome to the ladies of hive community.
