Rockin’ Grandmas

Kristen - fairhaven, Massachusetts
Entered on February 5, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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In the sixth grade, I would take the bus to and from school. On the route home, it didn’t take me long to figure out the bus passed by my grandma’s house. It didn’t take her long to figure out, either. Probably because I was so excited it did, I ran home, called her, and told her. But once she found out, my grandma made it her number one priority, or so it seemed, to go outside, wait for my bus to pass, and chase after it, making sure I saw her. We exchanged waves and smiles, and everyone soon began to anticipate the passing of Kristen’s grandma’s house.

Being a grandma is an interesting job. People don’t usually realize that a grandma wasn’t really a grandma until they were born. Now I am not sure if my grandma was a completely different person before I made her a grandma, but I would hope not. She taught me a lot, and was a very inspirational person to me, more than my own mother. It was easier to look up to her because I didn’t feel as guarded. She made every day I spent with her special, like a mini vacation. Just going to the supermarket to buy cheese felt like getting on a cruise to the Bahamas. If she was a different person before she was my grandma, I probably wouldn’t want to know her.

With that being said, I believe in grandmaisms. As I write this, Microsoft Word is trying ever so hard to tell me that this isn’t a real word, but I know it is. It makes me happy because I know no one has this secret information. Grandmaisms teach the idea of making someone else hapy. Whether it be tipping the Chinese food delivery guy an extra two bucks for delivering in the snow, or bringing a neighbor fruit cake just because, grandmaisms make the world a better place.

Grandma’s will always make the people around them feel special, just because. It, in some way, makes them live longer knowing their loved ones are happy. The way to make someone else feel special can make their whole life better, and I am living proof. My grandma passed away five years ago, and her chasing my bus just to wave hello to me is still stuck in my memory. I have no doubt that I won’t be for the next thirty years. Anytime someone makes you feel that way, not only are they passing onward grandmaisms, they are stuck in your memory for a lifetime.

To teach others my belief, I practice it. At work, customer is the most prominent part of my job. The customer must always be happy and satisfied with their service. Although I serve a lot of older people, I try and make a lasting impression in their memories, or at least have them remember my name. I know once they remember my name, it is because I impressed them or impacted them in some way that caused them to want to know me more. It is a wonderful feeling to know that you have brought someone back to their comfort zone, or happy place.

I hope to stick in people’s memories and make lasting impressions on everyone around me. I believe in what my grandma taught and imprinted in my memory, and hopefully I will do the same. I believe that if I make someone feel special, that If I go out of my way for the happiness of others, I will not only have amazing memories, but will be a rockin’ grandma.