My Nana didn’t need a neon sign. She didn’t need a billboard.
She didn’t need lots of words, poetry, sappy songs, text messages, or emails. I knew my Nana loved the special people in her life. I
knew my Nana loved me.
She did not tell me a lot. I can only count a handful of
times she stopped to tell me that she loved me (apart from when I was leaving
to go somewhere or when we were hanging up the telephone), but I knew…because
she showed me. Now, I am not saying that you should stop using your words to
share your love. I would never say that it is best to love in silence.
I am saying:
If you NEED to say "I love you," you might want to work harder to show it.
If you NEED to say "I love you," you might want to work harder to show it.
Nana lived her love and I knew she loved me in many ways.
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In the morning, she woke up before everyone else
(I never heard a single complaint), she got up and dressed so when I woke up
for school, she could sit with me to eat breakfast and talk to me in a low
voice over coffee (her coffee, but “our coffee” as I got older).
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When I was getting ready, she helped me pick out
my clothes, reminded me often of my own beauty, and encouraged me to be modest.
She made sure none of my tags were sticking out and told me honestly when
something was too tight.
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She spoke life into me: She encouraged me. She
reminded me of opportunity. She did not let me give up on myself. She saw
something special in me – even when I didn’t.
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She shared her world with me. She shared her
failures and victories openly, so I could learn from her and with her. She told
me the truth – even when it was hard.
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She spent time and energy caring for me; she
cooked nearly every night no matter what she had on her calendar. We sat down
together as a family because she made the effort to keep us close. She
regularly made herself available to take me to lessons, to talk to me, to take
me shopping, and to just be there in whatever way I needed her to be there.
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She (and my Papa) gave me the family I always wanted. My
parents divorced and fought one another in a nasty and expensive custody
battle. It left my siblings and me war-torn and fearful. My Nana and Papa gave
us a home, a schedule, rules, boundaries, and a LOT of love…they did not
neglect to tell us…but I didn’t need the words…I already knew.
CurtsyGirls Character
Challenge: Live love. Be loving with your actions so the special people in
your life never question your love for them.
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