I bet you have some nice family pictures of your grandma. Maybe she’s making cookies, or rolling out a perfect pie crust. Maybe she’s holding you on her ample lap. Whatever they are, I’m sure your pictures mean a lot to you. This one means a lot to me.
As we wind down this week of rifling through my Box of Pain, let me share some reflections.
- None of the actions of the people I’ve talked about here define me. This story might help explain me, but it doesn’t define me.
- Life is messy and complicated and good people do dastardly, selfish things sometimes for reasons that are understandable if we know the whole story.
- We can never know the whole story.
So, without further ado, here is my awkward family photo. I will warn you now; if it shows up on Awkward Family Photos, I’ll hunt you down and kill you. Please leave it here as a testament to grandmothers in negligees everywhere.
|Grandma in a negligee|
This picture wasn’t hidden away somewhere in secret (or blessedly taken to the grave). No. This is part of my inheritance, well, our inheritance. My sister and I fought over it (she won, but only because she’s meaner than me). But, (Hey Sis! I didn’t really mean the part about how you’re meaner than me. They make me say stuff like that or they’ll take away my blog. Please don’t hit me), she kindly agreed to scan it and send it to me.
By posting this picture, I might have stepped over the line. I hope I have. I aim to. I aim to step over the line from shame to freedom.
Have a Great Weekend!