Lately my Dad has been on a mission to make sure all of us are staying in touch with my grandmother, who we all call Mims. I think it’s a combination of the fact that she just turned 81 and that we all now live in different states that makes him worried about her being lonely and missing her family.
Mims is one of the most amazing people I know. She was a killer grandmother, made evident by the fact that every kid in her neighborhood also calls her Mims and thinks she’s their grandmother too. I kid you not, this really happened: This little boy knocked on her door one morning. He had this other little girl with him. Mims answered and asked if they wanted to come in for tea. He replied “Nope, Ali just moved in and I wanted her to know where the neighborhood grandmother lived. See Ali, you just come see Mims if you need anything or just want a cookie.”
I’ve also had a little girl get very defensive when she asked who I was and Mims told her I was her actual grandchild. I think she was a little jealous I was a blood relative. I shot her a real nice look and let her know what was up. I’m the priority here little lady, now stop stealing all the my cookies!
Mims is pretty badass, but we’ve started to see some effects from getting older. Last night, I was out walking Henry so I figured I’d give her a call (you’re welcome dad). Here are some snippets from out conversation.
Mims: I’ve been getting so many cards and phone calls lately. You all must really think I’m getting old!
Me: We’ll you told everyone this was your last year, so that probably has something to do with it.
Mims: It is! I have one year left! Claim your items for the will now while you can.
(True story- her doctor says she’s perfectly healthy, but she’s decided otherwise. Because of that she is trying to give away everything in her house now claiming that she doesn’t want anyone to fight over her things when she’s dead. Last time I went to her house I left with two bookcases, two bags with linens and bedding, and around 4 kitchen’s worth of cooking items.)
(Dad- I think she’s catching on to your little mission.)
Mims: Have you been going out and making friends?
Me: Ummm yes, why?
Mims: I’d like you to get married soon and you aren’t going to find a husband sitting at home with Henry.
Me: Sorry Mims, I don’t think a wedding is happening any time soon.
Mims: Why not!? All men should love you. I mean, you’re perfect!
Me: Thanks for the boost to my self esteem, but I think your opinion might be a little skewed. You should yell at Erin! She’s had a boyfriend for years! They should be the ones getting married.
(Sorry Erin. I had to get off the subject some how. You were my way out.)
Mims: How is your job going?
Mims: What do you do again? (I get asked this question kind of a lot from my family…I think it’s because they don’t think event planning is a real job still so they ask over and over expecting a different answer).
Me: I plan events for radio stations. You know concerts and stuff.
Mims: Oh my goodness. That’s too much. Do you have helpers? You shouldn’t be doing that on your own.
(I still don’t think she really understands what I do)
Mims: You know, not everyone likes the same things. It’s fine if people enjoy doing different things sometimes.
Me: Thanks for the nugget of knowledge.
Mims: My love, it’s 6pm! You should be having dinner. I’m an old lady now so I can eat whenever I want, but you should eat!
Me: Okay I’ll talk to you soon Mims!
Mims: If you need money I’ll give you some…no one has to know.
No one has to know? When did you get so shady?? If she starts to say down low, I’ll be really concerned.
Anyway, my grandmother is awesome…crazy, but mostly just awesome.
Another true story: In her will it says I get all of the TVs in the house. Baller.