In two hours I will shove my bag into the back of my brother's car and my family will travel down to Portland, Oregon for Memorial Day weekend. My grandma turned 80 on Tuesday so one of my aunts planned a massive surprise party tomorrow. All of the family on my dad's side will be gathered to celebrate, honor, and reminisce about her.
I haven't seen my grandma in three years, the last time being when I graduated high school. She came up for the weekend, spent a little bit of time with us, and I haven't seen her since. She visited a year ago for my brother's graduation, but I had already left for Summer Project. Due to stressful family situations, we slowly stopped our yearly visit to Portland. So, needless to say, I am pretty excited to see her. But if I am being honest, the party scares me. We are supposed to be thinking of memories we shared with her-but I can hardly think of any. When I was younger I was less focused on her and more on the fact that after we saw her, we were going to the beach. I don't know who she is, her personality, whether she likes to bake, or if she does the cute grandma stuff. Whenever I hear friends talk about their grandparents, all the memories of being spoiled and the necessity of grandma-time, I admit that I get a little jealous. I never had that kind of time. And it hurts a little that I don't have those memories of my grandma.
As I contemplate my future, hopefully full of a husband and children, I know without doubt that I wand grandparents to be in my kids' lives.I recognize that distance has alot to do with the frequency of visits, but I want my parents and my future husband's parents to be involved and investing in my children's lives. I want my children to know more about their grandma.
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