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Maybe it isn’t the politicians that America needs to stand up and fight for “right”.
Could it be that maybe we need more “Team Gramma’s” to show their true grit?

Not too long ago, a young man cruised the aisle of the grocery store where I
shopped , looking for his beer stock, and dropping “F” bombs as casually as using
the word “the”. I was shopping alone…minus grandbabies…but it didn’t matter.

I stopped him dead in his tracks and said “Excuse me…if I had only had a bar of
soap”. It startled him that someone called him on it. He was sooooooooo
apologetic. ”Have a good day, mam. I’m so sorry I offended you.”

Here I was…deciding whether I would go for the Pepsi which I preferred, over the
Coke that was a little cheaper that week, and I found myself taking on a young
man in his twenties that should know better.

We weren’t at the local bar and grill where the locals go to dive out. We were in the
soda section of the supermarket.

It was a moment that he was uncomfortable with. No one likes taking on gramma.
Who stands a chance, really?

We hide all kinds of truths from gramma, don’t we. She is the last person we want
to dissappoint. Usually, anyway. Unless we have reached the point of having a
hard, hard heart.

Why is that?

Because she has usually chosen to see the best in us. Growing up offered
forgiveness because we were her beloved. She overlooked so much because deep
inside, there was so much unconditional love and grace that it was instinctive to
view us from the lens of focusing on our strengths.

One of the saddest losses our precious America is losing, is the courage of “team
Gramma”. We are losing our voice…our instinct…our guts.

Maybe…must maybe…if the older women of our generation would stand straight,
speak straight, and not be afraid of delivering the blow of a truth or two, our kids
would “get it”. They would fly right. They would keep the seed of conscience that
feels uneasy when “team Gramma” is rivaled.

The counselor’s office in school is a valued place. I would like to propose that in
the office next door to the official beaken of hope and good reason, be an office
for the school “gramma”.

Democrats and Republicans and Horses of a different color, any color, whether
black, white, pink, polka dotted or striped with purple pansies plastered all over are
not the answer to curing our social ills.

Team Gramma needs to show up…cape in place…goggles on…boxing gloves at
hand…ready to deliver the blows of truth followed by a warm plate of freshly baked
sugar cookies. Team Gramma should be ready to offer a little of what is desired,
and everything that is needed.

And Team Gramma should show up with confidence that she holds more power
than she could ever know. Go Team G.

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