In the 90's, television and books portrayed the family with 2.5 children and a house with a two car garage where dad worked outside of the home and mom had dinner ready in the evenings. The show would continue with grandma and grandpa popping in for a visit or a trip to their house.
My 90's family did not have this imagery- and that's okay. I grew up with divorced parents, and the parents I lived with full time both were from countries other than the US- meaning aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents all still lived in their respective native land. This meant that I did not necessarily have the same visitation schedule as families who all live in the same city, state, or country.
I know from pictures that the first time that my Nana ( my dads mom) Sheila, from England, came to visit was the spring after I was born. I have pictures of myself in a stroller with my Nana below the Tower of Americas. The next time I would get the opportunity to be with my grandmother was around four years old when I traveled to England for my uncles wedding. After these two visits, I have a hand full of visits from her to the US where:
- We hid from Nana that our diderm rat snake, Hissing Sid ( named after a British comedy sketch), had escaped his cage and was not able to be found. During tea time one afternoon the snake slithered between Nana's feet and she yelped for help.
- She visited around my 18th birthday and was able to see me perform as the mascot at a high school Football game. She also hosted my friend for a garden tea party and taught us the recipes.
- She surprised me for my 21st birthday, arriving on the day that I was running my very first 5k, and wanted to eat dinner at the restaurant that we hosted our wedding reception at earlier in the year.
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