My Mum calls her 'Mum'.
Myself and about half of my cousins call her 'Grams'.
The other half call her 'Grandma'.
The 'townie' great-grandkids call her 'Gigi'.
And my kids? They call her Yaya :)
M came up with it when he first stared talking. And it stuck...
Funnily enough, it actually means 'Grandma' in Greek.
She might be a woman of many names... But there is no-one else in the world like her.
She is the most selfless, honest, kind, warm and loving person I have ever met.
She works tools, mows lawns, cooks up a storm, walks for miles and is the queen of DIY.
And she has the best. legs. ever.
Fifty years older than me and she still rocks the denim shorts better than I could ever even dream to do!
If I need clothes mended, costumes created, mowers fixed, an oil change done on my car, or want to teach my son how to put a drill bit in his new drill - she's the go-to-girl.
She's an inspiration, and she's my rock.
Not everyone gets to live so close to the people they love.
I'm lucky. I live under the same roof as three of them. And it's only a five minute walk to Grams'.
Ten minute's walk to my Mum, Dad and Brother's house.
Five minute's drive to my sister, BIL and their unborn babe's house.
I see them all at least once a week. But I see Gram's almost every day.
We sit on the verandah and drink coffee, go for walks with the kids, tidy the yard (well, she does while I talk mostly), and talk - a lot.
Today, we painted the kids faces.
Grams is actually quite good at painting and drawing. Had she not been brought up on a farm and married with four girls to look after - she possibly would have spent more time practising, but as it is - she is still worlds better than any of us.
However.
I paid $4 for the face paint set.
And I swear not even Da Vinci could have produced something half decent from these paints.
But the kids had fun...
And so did we ;)
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