2019: 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks – Week 19 (May 6 – 12): Nurture
I “first” joined Amy Johnson Crow’s 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks on its “first” year in 2014… and what a whirlwind year that was… writing, editing and researching daily for 365 days! As much as I wanted to continue the following year, I found that I didn’t have the time to continue another year with that type of research… although I did continue blogging and writing stories at my own pace, which allowed me to write on other topics as well as family stories when ideas came my way… but I’ve often missed it. The first year were no specific weekly prompts like today… but I’m taking a different spin on them. There will be some posts on a specific ancestor, but most will be memories that spring from those prompts. Head over to 2014 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks to read about my ancestors in the first years challenge.
If you’re new to genealogy, make your “first” stop to Amy’s website for genealogy ideas or even join in on this 52 Week challenge… you learn by doing… not procrastinating! There is no right or wrong… anything you do is a start!
I’m sure I made a face when I first read the word “Nurture” as my prompt word for Week 19… seemed like an unusual choice to write on… and threw me into a slump for a blog post. To nurture has several meanings… first definition was of giving attention to someone… to nurture them to grow, develop and succeed in life. As parents, we all nurture our children… hoping we give them the right nurturing to succeed as adults who will continue the circle of nurturing.
We nurture by providing a protected life… ensuring they are well fed… a feeling of security. The odd “nurture” would be as in “nurturing” an idea… holding onto an idea for a period of time. Isn’t that somewhat… what we do in writing our blog posts… we take that idea and nurture it into the story it becomes!
We learn to nurture early on from our parents… my mother was a nurturer, but sometimes now I felt overwhelmed… as I was an only child. While it wasn’t directly her fault, I did somehow feel smothered in her nurturing… wanting to know every minute where I was, what I was doing… even who I was with. Even today at age 67 and she at 89… she hovers over me… especially when we are on the road traveling to visit. Lately I’ve begun to not let her know when we are driving there… so I don’t get the calls on the road of “where are you“… or “are you home yet?” I tell her there’s nothing she can do… so don’t worry unless you have to. Yes, I worry about my grown children when they travel, but I try and put it out of my mind and let someone higher than me take care of them… why worry when you don’t have to. I feel like I’ve nurtured them into responsible adults who can now take care of themselves.
My grandfather was a nurturer by working his farm… he fed his family and provided a home for them. Mama always talked about how whenever they visited family, he always brought butter and eggs. Even though he’d complain that he could never visit family without bringing butter and eggs… he always gathering them to bring. It was the “nurturer” inside of him that it was something he should do… whether he wanted to or not! Even during bad times, he always provided for their table… food was something they never went without! Mama might not have had a new pair of shoes, but she never went to bed hungry!
Grandmama nurtured the family by running the house, cooking the food provided by my grandfather, and sewing clothes for the family. It might not have been the dress my mother wanted, but she had new clothes sewn by her mother… even the underwear. That was the one thing mama always said she wanted as she grew up…. bought underwear!
In the meaning of “nurturing an idea”… I usually first draw a blank! Writing blog posts from someone else’s prompts are not always that easy. I first obsess… then a light bulb idea comes from somewhere… and I begin to write. Later, I’m usually pleased with the post, as often that idea, and those words, would never have crossed my mind in that direction… so maybe those unusual prompts are a good thing!
I’ve nurtured our family of two children into responsible adults and in watching them raise their families… I see my nurturing continue in them. While they don’t have my exact ways… they along with their spouses, nurture their families together… and the cycle continues… it’s a good thing!
Now I nurture my five beautiful granddaughters when I am with them. I nurture… I teach… I mold… I love…
Stay tuned for Week 20 … Nature!
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