I was telling my mom about getting pictures of an inch worm the other day, and she reminded me of a funny story. I've always loved these little guys (bugs in general when i was a kid!), and one day in church, I looked down and found one on my hand. I don't remember how old I was, but apparently I was young enough to still need to be occupied during church. Anyway, I was having fun watching the inch worm crawl around my hand, when my Nanny (my great-grandmother) reached over and patted my hands. I think she noticed me sitting there quietly, and was impressed, so she patted my hand and smiled at me. I did my best to smile back, but I looked at my mom, horrified because the inch worm was no more. I remember my mom doing her best to tell me to not say anything, with just the look in her eyes. I think I just sat there in shock for a few minutes. My Nanny never knew about the inch worm, or why I was sitting there so sweetly, but the memory has stayed with me, and it always makes me smile!
The way I think about this story has changed over the years. As a mom, I can just imagine what was going through my mom's mind as she silently pleaded with me to keep quiet. That thought makes me smile even more!!
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Your mom loves you dearly and even thinks quiet highly of the creatures that have and continue to make you smile.
What a great story. I remember your mom taking us by to see your Nanny after she took us to see Annie. Your Nanny let us play around her flowers, and I think you might have been looking for bugs then. You always have been a bug person. She was such a sweet person.
great post!! i had forgotten all about that story!! and carrie is so right -- it's a very YOU story. ;)
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