I am an only child.  I spent my formative years with my mother (who admittedly will tell you that I raised her as much as she raised me!) and my father, who loved me, but was no Ward Cleaver!  I grew up fast.  One of my other role models growing up was my grandmother.  I hold the utmost respect for both my mother and my grandmother.  I look up to them and know that if I am lucky enough to be even a little similiar to them that I am truly blessed.  My mom is a meek person by nature.  Very smiley, but also very quiet.  She doesn’t like to be the center of attention, (so I must get my theatrics from my paternal side) but despite all of that has a very adventerous, daring side to her.  She jumps from helicopters and rides four wheelers!  She has this amazing gift for capturing moments in time in the frames of a camera that have been powerful enough at times to make you cry!  She is strong and smart and funny and caring and kind.  She is my mom.  : )  My grandma is also an amazing woman!  She has a heart of gold and would give the shirt off her back to anyone who needed it!  She is warm and strong and makes you want to be a better person just from being in her presense!  She is 86 this year and until recently still bounced from one thing to another!  She has slowed down some because she has lost several of her closest friends the last couple of years.  Her light still shines brightly though and guides me so much more often than she will ever know!  I want to grow up to be just like them! 

   One of the traits that both of these women share and  they have passed down in spades is the need to worry!  I am now and have always been a worrier!  I worry about everything!  I worry about my Grandma because she  doesn’t seem as bouncy anymore and she has down days.  I wish I could talk her into moving in with me!  I would keep her so busy!  She would love it!  She refuses though!  She loves her house and her street and her surroundings!  I still worry! I also worry about my mom!!  She was in a car accident last weekend.  It was beyond her control completely, she hit a patch of hidden black ice and spun around before hitting an oncoming car.  She walked away mostly unharmed, but totaled her truck and the vehicle of the other  family.  Her primary concern  the whole time was for the other family.  She is like that.  I was immediatley worried about her, but felt some better after talking to her.  I was ok until she sent me pictures of her truck.  It put a lump in my throat seeing them and brought tears to my eyes.  She is the mother and I am the daughter, but I worry!  I worry because of who she is and how she enjoys her life!  I will always admire and look up to her for the same reasons though that I worry!