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When I was growing up, I had a Big Mama. Well, actually, my Big Mama was my great grandmother. To me, Big Mamas, Nanas, Grammies, Ma'dears, Nannies always represented to me, the most funnest, loving, cookie baking ladies around.
When my daughters were born, both of their grandmothers lived a distance so sitting with them and coloring and playing with play doh or just listening to them wasn't possible. So, as a gift from God, the girls were given a Nana. Nana was someone that I had met, older and wiser and loving and patient. She took me under her wings as if I were her own daughter and in return, my daughters also became "hers".
My daughters loved their Nana until sadly, her and Papa moved to Las Vegas and soon after, Papa passed away. Although Nana lives farther than a quick drive down the street, not a day goes by where I don't think about what a terrific example of a loving, wife and grandmother she is. And she could COOK!!!! I mean, even food I hated she could make taste good.
There are so many older people that would love to be a nana or a grammy or madea in your life. So many cookies still need baking, so many stories of childhood needs to be shared...how about it?
Do you have a Nanny, Meemaw, Nana, Madear, Big Mama or are you one?
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