My mother, who is affectionately known as Grandma Rossie, did everything for us growing up: cooking, cleaning, driving, teaching, and anything else she felt needed to be done. She was lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mother, which was much more common in the 1970s through 1990s.
I, on the other hand, have my girls working as hard as I do at home. I couldn’t function if I had to do all the work at home on top of working full time! Honestly, sometimes I don’t know how we all make it through the day. But we do make it through and at night we all sleep well knowing we have to start again the next morning.
This year I’m heading to a potluck for Christmas dinner. I am in charge of only a small portion of the dinner, but for more people. I’m looking forward to a lot of laughs with friends and family. It should be much easier on me than my childhood dinners were on my mom.
The most exhaustive work that she did had to be our Christmas dinners. Grandma Rossie invited our entire family. It didn’t stop there! She also invited anyone else who might not have family nearby at Christmas time. It was wonderful! Well, it was wonderful for all of us. Maybe not so much for her.
She was in the kitchen for days, when she wasn’t cleaning the entire house, often on her hands and knees scrubbing our floors. She served the Christmas dinner to everyone and even did all of the clean-up. I barely remember her sitting down even for a moment, although I do remember she was always at the table for Grace. Did she even eat?
In her words…
Grandma Rossie talks about our Christmas dinners and the unsolicited feedback from her father-in-law at his final Christmas dinner. Sometimes you have to hear it from somebody else.