My rule of thumb for the way I make decisions in my life stems from one little thing…could I tell my grandmother?
Not would she like it or would she approve. Simply, would I be able to sit down with her and tell her about it. Would the words even be able to leave my mouth?
This popped in my head all those times I wanted tattoos and piercings. In the way that I treated people. Certainly in the way I conducted my life with friends and men.
With everything if I could remember to ask myself that, then I made a pretty wise decision. We all mess up of course. Grandparents have a way of looking at you that is without judgment though.
Even when you find yourself doing something that they wouldn’t ever dream of. The time lapse between ages, can often find them proud of you and what you do with your liberties
My grandmother knows a lot about me. Reads my blog, follows me on Facebook and even sends an email from time to time. Despite the fact that I have smoked, gotten tattoos and body piercings nearly every message she ever sends tells me how proud she is of what an accomplished woman I am.
At 39, it is easy to make choices my grandmother would approve of. When I was 16, 18, 21 or even 25, it was a little more up in the air. I hope that my children can find their person like that. The person that they think about before making some big choices.