stregthen in my genes, my jeans just make my big look fab

ive often wondered where that characteristic comes from. to me its got to be the same as stubbornness and perseverance and humor. there has to a nature link to it. i forgot about my nature link until the other day. it was a nice reminder.
my lovely aunt took me down memory lane. told me more about where my inner strength came from. i come from a long line of strong ladies. my great grandmother, only called granny jones, was a hero in my mind growing up. i dont have the pleasure of remembering her but the stories my family told me about her always made me feel like i do. my mother loved that woman so very much. to hear about her and who she was always gave me goose bumps. during a time in the 50's when women where women and not supposed to be strong, they were supposed to be weak and subservient granny jones was none of those things. she made the decision to leave her husband, even when she had four children because she had enough. he beat her. he cheated on her and was all around a pretty sorry excuse for a dad and husband. granny jones did the unthinkable all those years ago and said im not doing it anymore. packed up and her kids and left. on her own she survived. she took care of her kids. she supported her kids. she did everything a mother and father did and then some. she was a wonderful mother and grandmother. to know her was to love her.
in fact she was the reason that my mom and another aunt met their husbands. well actually i think it was granny jones' cooking. she never gave up. she never wallowed in self pity. she kept on keeping on. her blood runs through me. i know she is watching me from above and telling me to get off my duff and move it. to know that a woman like her could do it with twice as many kids, makes my journey seem more manageable.
this is for my woman that came before me. this is for my woman that came after me. this is for me.