On Mother's Day I feel it is only fitting to honor one of the most amazing mothers I know, my Grandma Corrigan.
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My Grandma with the Bellflower Book we made her for Thanksgiving last year. |
I have always loved and appreciated my Grandmother, but now that I have children of my own I consider her a saint. Grandma Corrigan was one of 11 children raised on a farm outside of Toledo, Ohio. When she married my grandfather, she had 8 children of her own. From those 8 children came twenty grandchildren and so far 6 great-grandchildren. You would think that by the time the great-grandchildren came along she would have tired of children. Nope. Not my grandma! She loves great-grandchild #6 with the same amount of love and enthusiasm as her first grandchildren. Her memory is failing her, but her heart is not. She still has a talent for making me feel loved and special everytime I see her.
My grandmother pretty much devoted her life to raising a wonderful family. I don't think that there has ever been a time when the Corrigan household has been quiet. We still pack ourselves in there for Thanksgiving and impromptu dinners. When I look at my extended family, I don't know how my grandparents did it. How they managed to have 8 children who still love and care about each other so much. I was so lucky to be raised surrounded by my aunts, uncles and cousins.
Sometimes when I get frustrated with the lack of time I have to myself, I think of my grandmother. I don't think she ever had a minute to herself and she seemed to like it that way:) The family that she created makes her one of the most successful women I know. Considering two children is plenty for me, I admire my grandmother in a different way.
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My page to my Grandma |
As a surprise for Thanksgiving last year my family all worked together to create a
Bellflower Book for her full of love and memories. It was a great way to show her how much we appreciate everything she has done for us. I still remember being stressed out in College and taking refuge with her and grandpa in their kitchen. I remember how their hugs and simple words of encouragement always made everything better. I am so glad that we could give her this especially meaningful gift.
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This was the contribution from my cousin Marc. It was one of my favorites:) |