|Four generations of women: a Waugh, a Westfall, and two Wilburs|
Although I have determined that the scope of this little blog will be the life and times of we Wilburs, it cannot be overstated how much we are influenced by those who came before us. Among those are my two grandmothers, who have everything to do with the girl I was and the wife, mother, and woman I now am.
There is a little bit of each of these women in me. I have an athletic background, but I’m a glitz and glamour type (when I'm not wiping noses and cleaning bathrooms.) I would love to hike the Grand Canyon, but would equally love to get all gussied up, strap on some high heels and drape myself in fancy-schmancy jewelry to celebrate such an accomplishment at an elegant restaurant. I am a stay-at-home mom like my Grandma Westfall. I love music, like each did in their own way. And my family is my life, just as was the case for both of these lovely ladies. But the single most important thing I have in common with these two women is my faith. They both, unknowingly and knowingly, passed down to me many pieces of jewelry, lovely dishes, mementos, knick-knacks, furniture, and other such family heirlooms. But they could not pass their salvation down. My faith is not something that could be inherited nor that I could be born into as a baby. It is a choice I made as a young girl myself, one that greatly pleased my Grandma Waugh, and that would have done the same for Grandma Westfall, were she not already enjoying being with that Savior in whom I trust.
And so I’m grateful for their example, and I am trying to set one for my children. And if I’m so blessed, I will try to for my grandchildren one day as well. I look forward to the privilege of being someone’s Grandma Wilbur, and to the fun of seeing what traits of mine they might inherit (or get stuck with, depending on how you look at it.) But I also take very seriously the responsibility to share with the generations after me what I believe, that I love God’s Word and the truth found only in it, and to pray that they’ll make the same choice I did to trust what He says in it. I know my grandmothers would approve.
|Grandma Waugh teaches her great-granddaughter Audra and her dolls|
that true glamour begins with the perfect hat.