The one who turned out to be a regular kind of guy with some fancy toys?
Well, at the moment, I feel like his considerably less up to date Grandmother!
It’s like this… I think geographically when it comes to my tech toys.
For example, how do I get the photo from my phone to a Word doc in my laptop so I can print it on the printer that has not yet worked out a relationship with the phone?
Or, how do I get the first half of a WordPress page into an email in Keap and from there to the automation I really, really need but am still just a bit terrified to kill and, thus, need to start over again?
If you’re reading this, there’s a better than even chance that you, too, have versions of this story!
There’s also a good chance that, like me, you have hungry beasties and a Zoom meeting to run and a truckload of emails from people who think that the big thing on their list should be the big thing on your list, too.
And, if we’re being honest, I’ll admit to a bit of temptation when a flash of a memory appeared in my mind. Or heart.
I was at my Minnesota grandparents’ house. Probably about 10 years old. Grampa was at work. Gramma and I were watching soap operas on a black and white TV while she starched and ironed shirts and something with a heavenly aroma roasted in the oven.
Looking back, that day with Gramma seems all safe and familiar and more than a bit Leave it to Beaver.
What I didn’t quite realize in that moment was that Gramma was also an employed woman who cared about lots of big world things like her church and politics. Well, she wasn’t so much employed by that time, but she had been.
She was also the chief financial officer in her family and a long-time guardian for a younger brother with developmental challenges.
And she taught her grandkids math by teaching us to play Cribbage and, later, a game she called Spite and Malice. She even kept our pennies when she won!
All of which made for quite a legacy!
What makes me sad is that I really have no idea how she felt about her life or what dreams she may have had.
I do, vividly, recall her ranting about not seeing the point of the Women’s Movement which I was only beginning to wrap my head around back then.
Here’s what I do know…
She loved me. And, even though she probably couldn’t have imagined my life as it is in this moment, she would have wanted me to be happy and committed to making a difference.
That feels timeless.
For now, back to Quiz emails…
ps… if you would, by any chance, be willing to volunteer to be in the beta test group for the Intentional Grandmothers Archetype Quiz, please email me! suesvoice@gmail.com
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