We kept our grandchildren yesterday and had such fun. At the end of the day we took them home, and in usual fashion, upon entering her home our granddaughter quickly took off her shoes and socks.
But instead of staying barefoot as she usually does, she put on her gold sandals. Strippy-strappy with shades of white, yellow, and pink gold in varying sheens and finishes. So special and stylish. And comfy too (according to her).
“Those shoes remind me of Meemom,” I told her.
Madison’s old enough now to know who Meemom is, even though she never met her. “That’s your mommy and my mommy’s grandmother,” she reminded me.
Yes, sweet child, that is right. Oh, how Meemom would have loved you. Just like she adored your mother when she was your age. And yes, just like she treasured me, too.
Today would have been my mother’s 98th birthday. She has been “gone” for sixteen years. But there’s a part of her that is always still here with us. Her uniqueness, her style, her influence, and her love continue on.
Just like when Madison puts on those strappy gold sandals that she loves. Meemom would love them too.