Mia, my three-year-old, has an amazing imagination. For a couple of months now she has talked about her “other Grandma, who lives in the mountains.” Mia has one grandmother, Mama C, who lives on a farm and not in the mountains. I’ve never met this other Grandma, but she sounds fascinating.
She lives on the tallest mountain. She drives a blue car. She frequently has meetings at church, which Mia gets to go to with her. She takes her to the store when she visits – the Christmas store. She has three dogs: Wolfie (with a blue leash), Clarabelle (with a pink leash), and Zola (also with a pink leash). They are all small dogs, and one (I’m not clear on which one, although I think it is Zola) has polkadots. Grandma lets her go outside by herself to walk the dogs. She takes them to the yard to pee. Recently she’s included Grandpa – Papa – in some of her stories. He takes care of her when Grandma has a “stummy” ache and doesn’t feel good.
I think I have a future novelist on my hands. Her brother, Mr. Literal and Please Keep Everything Predictable, looks at her like she is NUTS when she launches into these stories. It’s pretty funny.
You know, Mia was born in a mountainous country. She has a half-sister who is being raised by her grandparents somewhere in Guatemala. I know it’s quite a stretch, but I wonder if sometime during those nine months in her mother’s womb or right after birth and before she was placed in foster care, Mia’s ‘other Grandma’ whispered in her ear saying something like, “Remember, sweet child, no matter what happens or where you are, you will always have a grandma who lives in the mountains who loves you very much.”
Far-fetched? You bet. But even if it never happened exactly that way, I still believe it is true.
Happy Mother’s Day, Grandma and birth Mama, wherever you are. Our little one is quite a character! I hope you can feel the warmth of her smile – all the to your mountains.