Childhood memories can be a tricky thing for one person more than another. Two siblings can grow up in the same environment, but the experience will be different and told differently. The way I remember my grandmother, my brother or sister may not have the same memory.
My grandmother was kind, loving, a tender woman with an abundance of love to give. We referred to her as mami de abajo( mom from below). We lived on the fifth floor of the same building and she lived on the second, hence, the nickname. We did not call her grandma just mami. Her hair was kept tied behind her head in shape of a bun.
I remember this particular house dress that she wore, brown print with small flower buds, no sleeves and flat house slippers.
I was very attached to her, maybe due to how she showed an interest. I felt the love, care and most importantly I was valued.
Growing up in a home where your time is shared by other siblings. You don’t get the same quality from the parents. Not to say that I was loved any less. It was just the way things were in those day. My parents did the best with what they had at the time.
Mami de abajo, was passionate and strict in her way of thinking. How my father remembered the wedding planning for my cousin’s wedding? My grandmother campaigned on my behalf. She wanted me to be my cousin’s flower girl, but my cousin felt that I was too old at nine. Her first choice was my sister, who was seven.
Can you guess who won that battle? Yes, I became my cousin’s flower girl. I found the story very amusing to say the least.
There has been many instances, where I have wondered what my grandmother would say about this or that in my current life. I do feel deep in my heart that our relationship would have continued to be close, as it was when I was a child.
I was twelve when my grandmother passed. Mami de abajo, this one is for you written with love.
My grandmother, ” Mami de Abajo.”