last summer i got to sort through grammy's letters for my grandma. i got to learn about her life. about her, and her relationships with her children, nieces and nephews, and grandchildren. it was interesting getting to learn all about a time in my family's history that i wasn't apart of.
now, this summer, i'm getting to do something similar for my mom. when she was attending to byu, she was assigned to write a personal history. it consisted of four different papers, with four different titles; "my first five years," "school age paper," "adolescent autobiography" and "personal inventory". when she typed these up, it was on a typewriter. 18 years later, they are starting to fade. my mom asked me to type these up for her before they're gone completely, so she'll be able to have them forever (and i was promised a $100 reward when it's complete, the cherry on top).
as i type each page of my mom's life, i'm beginning to question if giving me this project was really so she could just give me a little help with paying for school, or if it was so i could get to know her better, in a different way. if it was maybe so i would learn how incredible of a father my grandpa was, or how kind, loving, and gentle my grandmother was with her children. i'm going to guess the latter, but it doesn't really matter. i'm just absolutely loving doing this for my mom.
i just finished the second paper, so i better get back to it. "adolescent autobiography," here i come!
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