A Grandma Is A Girl's Best Friend

In life, our family are the groupings of individuals we just can't refuse to be related to. You love each other no matter what, and stick together even when you disagree. Now, I am not saying this is a terrible thing. Personally, I love my family. Sure we have some intense fights now and again, but I love being a part of my family. 

There of course is your immediate family, and then there are your other relatives. The people you may or may not go see over the holidays and vacations in the summer. The people who may or may not send you cards and gifts on your birthday. Depending on the person, the extended family relationship varies. Some are extremely close to their other relatives, others hardly know who they are. I have always been fairly close to my extended family. More on my mom's side than my dad's however. When I think of an extended relative, I think of my mom's mom, my grandma Phyllis. 

When I say the word grandma, what do you think of? Grandma can mean so many different things to people. However, most would agree that their grandma is the person who calls to check in and tells you how to live longer and be healthier. The person to cook for you and give you more food until you burst. My Grandma is all these things, but even more than that. Ever since I was a little girl, I always admired my grandma Phyllis. She is spunky, somewhat hot headed, generous, and strong. Her big personality and her loud voice always gravitated me toward her. As I got older, I developed a different kind of relationship with my grandma. I found myself calling her whenever I was distraught or excited. You see, for many years during my pre-teen and adolescence, I found it quite difficult to get along with my mother. We are such different people, in almost every way imaginable. My dad and I understood each other much more but during such a confusing time of life, a male mentor just can't rise to the occasion the same way a female one can. Since I fought with my mother all the time, I felt a void. Like a female role model was missing from my life. I desired to be understood and heard. Naturally, I turned to my Grandma Phyllis. I began pouring out my heart to her, and asking for advice and her wisdom. She never failed me. If anything, my grandma is reliable. Because I spent so much time calling my grandma and having serious talks with her, I developed a strong bond with her. She became my mentor. I look up to her. To this day, I still call her every week at the least. I tease her like I tease my friends, and I love her with my whole heart. Nowadays, I am much closer to my mother. That just comes with maturity. However, I can never thank my grandma enough for guiding me through those horrendous events and feelings I went through and will go through in the future. 

Sometimes a grandma can be a girl's best friend. At least, she is mine. 

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