Nana’s Unconditional Love
Nana’s Unconditional Love
Grandmothers often conjure feelings of warmth, safety and unconditional love. I know that’s what comes to mind when I think of my Nana. Growing up, I couldn’t wait to go to her house. It was the one thing I always looked forward to. As a five year old, I spent afternoons there after school. One day, it was pouring rain and thundering so hard the house shook! Lightning flashed outside the thick draped windows. The wind howled outside, like a pack of hungry wolves. The Earth boomed with each clap, as if the whole world was coming apart! Nana’s cat, Smokey, and I stared at each other, terrified! I followed him down the dark hallway, to the room at the end, figuring he knew where Nana was. Instead, I found him hiding under the bed, so I crawled under and joined him. Together, we weathered the storm, holding our breaths with each thunderous clap. It wasn’t long before Nana found me curled up with Smokey, tears streaming down my little face. She reached down to pick me up, holding me close to her bosom. Right away I calmed, finally able to breathe, safe in her arms.
