For a long time I’d planned to make this photoshoot happen. I realised I didn’t have images of the three of us together. Grandma, mom and me. Three different personalities with different stories and life path, yet karmically connected forever.
Grandma lost her father in WW2, never met him, which left a painful hole in her heart. She and grandpa met on a potato field during a school trip. They have two kids, but really they have raised thousands of children throughout their working life as teachers. Up today she literally remembers every single kid from her classes, the names, where they are from, even their parents’ and siblings’ names.
She had a heart attack two years ago, then last summer it seemed we were going to lose her (we even said our goodbyes with a hug that felt like it was the very last). Miraculously, life had other plans for her and just a week after a healing surgery she was doing deep cleaning in the house, washing windows, freaking us all out (in a good way, of course).
Mom was only eighteen, when she gave birth to me, still at college, so after only a month she had to go back and finish it. As my father wasn’t around either (he was serving his army duty for two years) grandma stayed at home on maternity leave. Mom is my everything. Whenever at home, we go for walks, ride our bikes in the forest, make jokes that lit up our hearts and we are always there for each other. When she was my age now, she had a sixteen year old daughter. How little I knew about her back then, being busy with ridiculous teenage crap!
My childhood with them was full of pancakes, hugs and fairy tales. The bond between the three of us is unbreakable. They are the most important women in my life. We still learn from each other, laugh together, sometimes annoy each other, but love is always there no matter what.
Here we are at 74, 53 and 34, still laughing at inside jokes, holding hands and a special place in each other’s hearts.
The women around you, the tribe you surround yourself with is your strength. When women support each other wonderful things happen.
So, what is your tribe like? Who are the women you spend time with? Who are you as a woman?