There is something interesting about the way relationships evolve.
My grandmother and I are strangers.
I have not always favored her mannerism.
She can be bluntly rude.
She can be annoyingly nosy.
She finds my cold, quiet attitude a bit daunting.
Yet this woman has been able to change our relationship around.
She nudged me the other.
She said she has been forgetful lately; forgets to turn off the fire on the stove after she cooks.
“Can you give me a call every night to remind me to check my stove and other electric appliances?”
She gave me the “I’m a frail, helpless lady look.”
I’m a person of my word.
I called her every night for 2 week straight.
I became her alarm clock.
Every time I called, the first thing she would say was, “Oh, don’t worry, I’m fine. I checked my stove. I turned off the fire.”
Calling her became a chore by the end of the second week.
Our conversations dwindled.
I didn’t want our phone calls to feel like another obligation.
I already had too much of those.
So didn’t call her one night.
She never followed-up with me to ask me why I didn’t call her.
Four days passed.
I suddenly thought of her Sunday morning.
I suddenly missed her.
I picked up the phone and called her.
We talked like old friends.