I've just started reading the "Anne of Green Gables" series, inspired by the movies which I would watch when I was little at her house, today we spoke for a while about the series and differences between the book and film, as though I was talking to a friend about the twilight series.
I'm also studying English at uni, much to her delight, as she told me how she wished she had the opportunity to do the same.
While my mum is mega smart and reads like 3 books a week, and if she was a student today would get in the 90's in her UAI (sorry ATAR)...(I know, where was all that talent lost?) and would do 3 unit English, she's never (to my knowledge) been that passionate about writing for the sake of writing.
And while my Dad has written a book (yeah, I know...weird right?) it was stopped being published a while ago and long off the shelves at Koorong.
So my love for English stems somewhat from my parents but today I saw how much of my love for English is probably due to my Grandma. While my parents are fully supportive and mega proud of me and my achievements at uni (I know, they rock), my Grandma is completely delighted with the idea that I'm studying English and consider a career to do with the subject.
Another similarity which I realised today was our messiness and ability to hoard. She told me how her study had moved into a junk room and while she likes to keep things clean, it doesn't always happen. I agreed immediately and mentioned my room to which she commented "Yes, I find your room the friendliest room", while she may have been commenting on its ability to greet you at the door, I would like to think that, while not perfectly clean, my room is warm and friendly, a place to inspire thought and harness creativity. These factors, to me, are much more important than being constantly tidy.
Something that I really like about my Grandmother is stories about her childhood where she'd sneak out to see movies and get into all sorts of trouble with her friends. It allows me to see her as, not only my Grandmother, but someone with a great flair for adventure which I'd like to think I have.
One final reason that my Grandmother is awesome is her love of Christ. Out of everybody I know, it is my Grandmother that inspires me the most. It's not only her amazing stories about being a nurse and missionary in Malaysia and strength in losing a daughter and raising two boys, but her constant love and compassionate nature to this day. I get the pleasure of visiting her church very rarely and it is here that most people show their service and love for those in their church family. Her service and love, however, spreads to be evident in all areas of her life. Spending an afternoon with her on the odd occasion I can see her continual love of Christ and genuine love for those around her as it beams from her very person and is shown even in her most simplistic action. It is not only the love, but the absolute selflessness that accompanies this that I stand in awe of.
As a Christian I aspire to be like her.
If I ever get the pleasure of being a Grandmother, I hope I'll be what she has been to me.
my Grandmother is awesome.
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