Yesterday was International Women’s Day. (oh, and also Fat Tuesday, but I am doing pretty well at honoring that already. heh.)
In the spirit, I thought I would tell you about two very special women in our lives. And how we are honoring them. Early last year, Marco and I both lost our grandmothers. Mexican women who didn’t have easy lives. Both strong spirited women with giant hearts. They both worked hard to raise their children.
My grandma was one of only two children. Her father was killed while hunting when she was a small child. Her mother moved from Montana to Los Angeles with two small children and worked to meet their most basic of needs. My grandma didn’t have a lot of material things growing up. But she learned to work hard and to take care of those she loved.
She was beautiful. She had a lot of friends and talked to everyone. My grandma was a working mom, doing tedious work at a factory. My grandma was generous. She and my grandpa always made sure they saved money to make our Christmases special. All of the grandchildren treated equally. She showed no favorites. (Well, we all know it’s me! Just kidding, sister.) They took us places. My grandma sang songs to us. She always called to see how I was. Never failed to tell us she loved us.
I met Marco’s grandma just once. She melted my heart at the way she looked at him. And at how happy she was that we had found each other. She spoke so fast, but happily, my Spanish kept up. She was a woman of faith, declaring that she was on her way to heaven no doubt about it.
A few months after they were gone, I got pregnant. With twin girls. It was easy to decide to honor their memory in our daughter. My grandma was Ema. Marco’s grandma was Margarita.
Our girls, Ema Renee and Sara Marguerite carry not only their names. But they sure seem to carry their spunky spirits!
And now it is my honor to raise all my girls to be strong, capable women.