The thing about Grandmothers is they have lived a long time, and it is simply impossible to live a long time on this earth and not metaphorically and actually pick up a few wrinkles.
We have endured. We've suffered (and I do mean suffered) the pain of childbirth and we have suffered the pain of watching our children go through the same. "That's nothing" I hear from the back of the room "Women do that every day!" True. But you try it then pal... Childbirth would stop most men wanting to kill each other, for who in their right mind would want to take a life when bringing one into the world is so difficult and traumatic?
Us grandmothers are not so feeble you see. We are as tough as old boots and worthy of the respect of mankind. We have seen and experienced in so many ways what it is to be human. We have held our children in the fiercest of love as they cried out their pain in illness, and we have held our own parents in grief as their bodies failed at the end of their lives. We have lost our sleep, lost our ambition and lost our youth, and all for the future generations. We have fought many demons and personal wars year in year out. We have suffered devastating defeats and we have pulled ourselves together over and over again, and through the passing of time have learned to take the best we could from it all.
In the end we have come to understand that life is not about acquisition. It's not about the manipulation of others. It's actually about the complete opposite.
Life is about letting go... of everything. All the resentment for things not seen or accomplished. All the anger against others for dirty deeds done. All the pain, the sorrow and the grief of loss, and the agonising need to know why bad things happen.
Grandmothers have lived it. They know.
Perhaps the wisdom earned is the purpose of Life, and the reason we old ones still exist. <3 In Love