And then one day…you are laying on the bed with your grandmother. Just hanging out and chatting. She says in the most serious of tones “Dear. It is time to start guiding Girl Child 10 toward a career”.
I reply “I am encouraging her art Grandma, she is amazing, check out her pics”.
I show her all kinds of GC10 art. She is blown away, but she is adament there is no money in art.
I explain I am 46 (she had 4 grandchildren at my age) and I am still trying to work out what I want to be when I grow up.
GC10 is going to go through more jobs in her lifetime than I have, and I have had a lot of jobs. Art, in the digital age might mean illustrating an ebook or creating characters in a game.
Grandma was a farmer. I asked her what she wanted to be when she was little.
And she said a mother of six children.
And then this day…I understand. She was lucky. She achieved her goal at a young age, then worked in order to maintain that goal. Her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren are all influenced by this amazing woman (I secretly hope one of the eldest pops out a great-great before she leaves the earth, but the over 18s think I’m nuts, even though their parents were mostly under 25 when they were born).
But, she wasn’t only a farmer. She was a business woman, an employer a great wife and mother. She had the sense to buy a property “in town” when Grandpa’s work took him there every month.
I know our chats are going to end soon. 90 is a bloody good innings, and she is almost ready to retire. If her influence and guidance sees me be half the woman she is, I will have achieved a full life.