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The Shape of a Great-Grandmother (Dora, interviewed by Holly)

Age: 90
Number of Pregnancies: 2
Children: DD1 – 71; DD2 – died at 64 years old. (would be 69 today)

Saturday morning. Bath day. Clothes gently stripped and placed aside, laundry for another day. I grip her elbow and guide her slowly into the shower, and onto her seat. And for the first time I truly see the woman before me. She is old, to be sure. But she also has young eyes. She sees everything fresh, grasping memories alongside fresh experiences, comparing, contrasting, learning, teaching.

Today she is teaching me about the wonders of the human body. She doesn’t know that she is doing this, but I learn much as I slowly cover her in soft and gentle suds. Her skin is papery, almost feathery. It lies in folds everywhere, on her arms and legs, her back, belly, breasts, neck. She is like the baggy little puppy, except she won’t be growing into her skin.

I notice two light lines tracing from her belly button to her pubic bone. I ask after them in passing, trying to make conversation during an experience that could be awkward if we let it become that. She points to each in passing, and tells me their stories. The one most left gave her a daughter, her second, born after a long and difficult pregnancy. She couldn’t tell me what was wrong with her by name, but by symptom it sounds like pre-eclempsia. She remembers a nurse caressing her brow and telling her that when she woke she’d have a baby. She tells me of waking up three days later, to pain in her breasts and pain in her belly, and staring at its deflated state and wondering wildly where her baby could be.

She was brought her baby, a pink little sprite asleep and swaddled in blankets. She wouldn’t take the breast, and so the doctor gave Dora medicine to stop the flow of milk. Not even a few days to try. Just emptiness.

She stares into space a moment, lost in reflection over her youngest daughter’s life and death. I continue to soap and scrub, wash and rinse, and watch her closely. After a moment, she surfaces again and tries to resume conversation. Where were we? Oh, yes. That scar, she points matter-of-factly at the scar on the right side. From a surgery a decade after her daughter’s birth, to remove scar tissue from the c-section. A surgery that almost killed her. Too much anesthesia. She shudders a bit. This must be painful.

I change the subject to save her from further reflections. How did she adjust to her body? Did she love her body? She waives the thoughts away. She’s never thought about it that much. It’s just a body. She feels old, she says. And before, when she was young, she wouldn’t look at her body. It wasn’t talked about, wasn’t proper. She kept her body covered, shown only to her husband, who she says loved her and her body fiercely. She smiles at that thought.

I tell her about the world today. Women having surgery to remove loose belly skin, tightening and “fixing” the marks that children give them. Trying to look perfect. Bah, she says. Would she have had that surgery to fix her loose belly? Maybe, she says. Maybe, but what good would it have done? She’d still be here now: An old woman, saggy, wrinkled, and no longer new of body. Although, she doesn’t see what I see. A woman who is wise, surrounded by love and loss, strong for the inclusion of all of it, marked by a life well-lived, but at precious peace now because of that journey.

She smiles as I wrap her in a warm towel. Where were we? Oh yes, she says, I loved my babies and that’s all that mattered then, and all that matters now.


in 20+ Years Postpartum, Cesarean, Grandmother or Great-Grandmother, Postpartum, Second Pregnancy, Submissions

42 comments… add one

  • Allison Friday, August 20, 2010, 7:36 am

    That was so awesome.

  • Mina Friday, August 20, 2010, 7:51 am

    Love this post. Thank you.

  • Amanda Friday, August 20, 2010, 8:01 am

    Beautiful story <3

  • Karla Friday, August 20, 2010, 8:19 am

    oh wow! it made cry! what a beautiful story, what a beautiful woman and such a great reminder that loving our children comes first. At the end, we cant stop time, not even botox. There will be the time when we will look old, our skin will be old..but so what! we will have gained wisdom…beautiful!

  • Emily Friday, August 20, 2010, 9:13 am

    I love this!! It brought tears to my eyes!! Such a strong woman!

  • Ali Friday, August 20, 2010, 9:23 am

    Beautiful truth…my shirt is wet with tears! How quickly we young mommas forget that we are all on a path of becoming old one day, and that we need not dread that day but should celebrate each and every stage of our lives- and the people in our lives. Although no one is certain what happens when we die, I think that most will agree that our posessions and physical self are not what hold any importance in the end.

  • Amy Friday, August 20, 2010, 9:29 am

    What a beautiful change of pace! Thank you for posting this!

  • DL Friday, August 20, 2010, 9:30 am

    very heartfelt, brought happy tears = )

  • DL Friday, August 20, 2010, 9:31 am

    oh yea and thank you so much for sharing this!!!!!

  • Bryana Friday, August 20, 2010, 9:42 am

    It shows true love for ones self. Thank you for sharing.

  • Teva Friday, August 20, 2010, 11:57 am

    Incredibly beautiful story, full of love and wisdom. Thank you for this.

  • tara Friday, August 20, 2010, 12:26 pm

    how wonderful. hopefully we will all reach that state of wisdom about our bodies and our lives.

  • Kerry Friday, August 20, 2010, 12:51 pm

    What a fabulous post, puts a lot in perspective. I smiled along with her as I read about her husbands love for her and her body. :) Thank you!

  • anon Friday, August 20, 2010, 1:42 pm

    Beautiful!!! I have never commented but today I have to! Definitely a change of pace for this site, and one I hope others will consider. I’d love to hear the stories of more mothers with grown children and read their reflections about their bodies now that childbearing and childrearing are done.

  • Lindsey Friday, August 20, 2010, 3:26 pm

    This was beautiful. Thank you!!

  • Colleen Friday, August 20, 2010, 4:44 pm

    Just last month we took my daugher (who is 1) to meet my great-grandmother (who is 91). While I was watching my little one play on the floor and my mamaw talk to her, it struck me that she’s one of the few people alive that remembers my grandma at that age. She’s seen everybody on that side of the family as a baby. How cool is that?

    We can all learn something from our older generations, if we just have the courage to ask.

  • Sheila Friday, August 20, 2010, 6:42 pm

    It makes me wish my grandmothers were still alive to ask the same question :) How different things were for women in childbirth back then! I can’t imagine. I do remember my grandmother telling a story about going for surgury to get her bladder suspended… That would have been about 1950. They removed her uterus without her consent. She said that she always wished she could have one more child, a girl (to make 4 boys, 4 girls). Women of prior eras are strong beyond belief, we can learn a lot from them. Thanks for sharing!

  • Melissa Friday, August 20, 2010, 7:48 pm

    Thank you so much for sharing this, it was so touching.

  • lisa Friday, August 20, 2010, 7:49 pm

    of all the stories i have read on this site this is my very favorite! i want to be like dora – what a great role model she is. thank you God for women like dora!

  • Sarah P. Friday, August 20, 2010, 8:34 pm

    Jeez, make me cry! That was beautiful! Thank you. I’m glad you asked her those questions. :)

  • Liz Lich Friday, August 20, 2010, 8:38 pm

    Beautiful post. Thank you so much for sharing and give lots of hugs to Dora. :)

  • suze Friday, August 20, 2010, 11:08 pm

    i especially loved the bit about her hubby. i wish men today weren’t so bombarded with “perfect” female bodies so they could enjoy just their wives too. the internet, with all it’s awesomeness, still has so many drawbacks. what a great post!

  • Kimberley Saturday, August 21, 2010, 1:19 am

    Thank you so much for sharing. What a gift this was. I’m crying happy tears, hoping to be more like Dora :) She is so beautiful.

  • tinifer Saturday, August 21, 2010, 4:22 pm

    Thank you

  • Lucy Saturday, August 21, 2010, 4:41 pm

    I LOVE this post. I’d love to hear more about older women and their reflections, feelings, thoughts on their bodies. And see pictures!

  • Nicki Saturday, August 21, 2010, 10:43 pm

    That brought tears to my eyes. Simply beautiful.

  • andrea Sunday, August 22, 2010, 3:50 pm

    What an awesome story. Thank you!

  • Eddie Sunday, August 22, 2010, 4:40 pm

    So real and beautiful. Thank you.

  • Ashley Tuesday, August 24, 2010, 9:53 am

    beautifully written. Puts things in perspective.

  • Rebecca Tuesday, August 24, 2010, 3:35 pm

    Beautiful…Just a magnificent story…If only we could all see ourselves that way <3 <3 <3

  • Jen Tuesday, August 24, 2010, 9:37 pm

    Thank you for sharing. Tears to my eyes. I miss my grandma.

  • Carolyn Friday, September 3, 2010, 12:35 pm

    Thank you.

  • Witchmother Sunday, September 5, 2010, 2:42 am

    My most favorite!

  • Hadley Thursday, September 9, 2010, 11:16 pm

    Beautifully written. Thank you for writing this. And thank you to her for sharing!

  • Katie Sunday, September 26, 2010, 3:46 pm

    I love, love, LOVE this so, so much! Thank you so much for sharing.

  • Victoria Tuesday, October 12, 2010, 11:58 pm

    Beautiful, beautiful story.

  • Cat Tuesday, January 4, 2011, 12:26 am

    Thank you for sharing this.. It made me cry happy tears.. Truely beautiful.. xx

  • Vanessa Thursday, January 20, 2011, 6:34 am

    Thank you!

  • Jesi Thursday, February 24, 2011, 2:58 pm


  • Emily Wednesday, April 27, 2011, 3:57 pm

    What a wonderful, wonderful woman, Thankyou xxx

  • Chelsea Thursday, January 26, 2012, 9:58 pm

    Awesome! Thank you for sharing. Helps me see things in a whole new light ;)

  • Vonny Saturday, July 20, 2013, 6:13 am

    That was incredibly beautiful. Thankyou.

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