* g mommie, pb&j’s and cool milk …

Posted on June 10th, 2010 by melinda in my not so normal family

Many many years ago when I was a little girl, my g mommie was the secretary at the elementary school I attended.  Later in life, my mom worked there too.  It’s a really great school, I will always and forever have a soft spot for it.  As a little girl, way way back in the day, I use to ride home with my g mommie everyday.  My dad was busy out catching crooks and my mom was working at the bank and going to school at night, so we spent a lot of time with g mommie and poppi.  I was not the least bit sad about that … I very much enjoyed spending time at their house.  Well, I enjoyed it except when poppi drug us out to hoe cane or pick beans or some other manual labor that he held in high esteem.  Somehow, I was born to an entire family of really hard working people.  I grew up learning the essential rule of having a good work ethic. 

One of the afternoons with my g mommie is longed burned into my memory.  Not because of anything that happened, but because of exactly what did not happen.  I know this will be hard for y’all to imagine, but I was a bit demanding in my younger years (don’t say it … do not say it).  I will freely admit that I was a tad spoiled, but I adamantly contend that being spoiled was not my fault.   It was their faults, not mine.  I just happened to be fortunate enough to be the first grandchild on my mom’s side of the family.  Someday, I will have to tell you all about what my aunts and uncle Robin did for fun at my mother’s expense.  Anyway, one afternoon after arriving at g mommie’s house, I decided I needed a snack, and I needed her to make me a snack.  I plopped myself down in poppi’s chair and proceeded to announce to g mommie that she was to make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cut it in half and bring it to me with a glass of milk.  Sounds simple enough huh?  I thought so too.  She did not.  Lets just suffice it to say … I didn’t get a snack at all, much less a pb&j sandwich with a cool glass of milk.  Maybe I wasn’t as spoiled as I thought I was.  I waited approximately 15 years for that pb&j with milk.  Finally, at a baby shower my coworkers gave me when I was pregnant with Anna … g mommie walks in sporting a little lunch box, complete with pb&j and a miniature carton of milk.  I smiled, skipped right over the shower snacks and munched down on my very special pb&j topped off with a wholesome kid sized carton of milk. 

I think I may need to call g mommie and ask for a pb&j … it’s been more than 15 years since the last one!


One Comment on “* g mommie, pb&j’s and cool milk …”

  1. Marjorie Markham

    That is sweet. What you should do is make 2 pb&j’s, buy 2 cartons of milk, and surprise her by going over unexpectedly and announce that you have lunch made for you and her. She just may remember that day too.

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