Lorelei Jane
I love all things Gilmore Girls - the small New England town setting, the quick repartee, the quirky towns-folk, but I especially adore Lorelei. She is has a fullness, joy and sass that is unrivaled. She is flawed - impulsive and a poor communicator in her relationships, but when you hold all of what she is in your hands, the composite is marvelous. Her style, her bent towards the ridiculous speaks my soul. I do realize she is not real. She is a character created by writers, but she captures something that resonates with me.
My grandmother Jane is a special treasure. The benefit of being a grandchild is you get to experience all of the good and juicy things and none of the complexities of being their child. All of the spoils, none of the baggage -a pretty sweet deal. It works both ways. Grandparents don't have to relive the struggles and angst of raising their grandchild, in most cases, but they get to spoil them and send them back to their parents for all of the hard stuff. The result is sweet, sweet sanctuary. Jane was "too young" when my parents had us to be called "Grandma" or the like, so we call her "Grandmere." Her name captures it all, a francophile, fashionista, with caviar tastes. Her life, her word, differed so greatly from mine, so when I spent time with her it felt like I was transported to a whole new world. One with fancy lunches, a kiss on the cheek as a greeting with her and all her friends. It has always been easy for me to talk to her, her engaged tone and genuine interest made me feel seen and important. She savors the juicy in life, and on one of my day visits as a young teen, I remember her looking at the sunny day and saying, "isn't it a delicious day?" That captures her, an appetite for the yummy. She is a tiny lady, but she can put away a delicious meal and especially chocolate like nothing I have seen before. At my aunt' wedding, she ate 8 Hershey bar wedding favors - a sight to behold.
If I have another child, and this is a huge, in-the-hands-of-God-if, I will name her Lorelei Jane.
My grandmother Jane is a special treasure. The benefit of being a grandchild is you get to experience all of the good and juicy things and none of the complexities of being their child. All of the spoils, none of the baggage -a pretty sweet deal. It works both ways. Grandparents don't have to relive the struggles and angst of raising their grandchild, in most cases, but they get to spoil them and send them back to their parents for all of the hard stuff. The result is sweet, sweet sanctuary. Jane was "too young" when my parents had us to be called "Grandma" or the like, so we call her "Grandmere." Her name captures it all, a francophile, fashionista, with caviar tastes. Her life, her word, differed so greatly from mine, so when I spent time with her it felt like I was transported to a whole new world. One with fancy lunches, a kiss on the cheek as a greeting with her and all her friends. It has always been easy for me to talk to her, her engaged tone and genuine interest made me feel seen and important. She savors the juicy in life, and on one of my day visits as a young teen, I remember her looking at the sunny day and saying, "isn't it a delicious day?" That captures her, an appetite for the yummy. She is a tiny lady, but she can put away a delicious meal and especially chocolate like nothing I have seen before. At my aunt' wedding, she ate 8 Hershey bar wedding favors - a sight to behold.
If I have another child, and this is a huge, in-the-hands-of-God-if, I will name her Lorelei Jane.
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