Like Lelainia, my first mentor was a grandparent, specifically my Dad's mom, Grandma Hoffman. She wasn't a mentor in the traditional sense of the definition, yet memory of her words remain constant.
She was my biggest cheerleader, literally and figuratively. A large woman with more than generous curves, she was a true old-time grandma in that you could get lost and nearly smothered in her powdery hug. She talked a true blue streak and never failed to share her opinion on anything from Grandpa's driving (she didn't have a license) to the quality of meat from the butcher. I could do.no.wrong. in her eyes. This might sound like a recipe for disaster, but even as a child, I was my own worst critic and was so very hard on myself. To hear unconditional unwavering support helped me grow and gain confidence in myself. From playing the piano, to drawing, to my unlikely attempt at becoming a cheerleader, Grandma Hoffman was always in my court, telling me over and over that I could do anything that I set my mind to. Even when I failed (that cheerleading tryout, for example) she was there to pick me up again.
Grandma died more than 15 years ago, but I think of her often, especially when I venture into a zone far from comfort, like the time I played golf in an LPGA Pro-Am tournament. Her voice whispering as I, legendary in my family for a LACK of athletic prowess, practiced hour after hour, day after day preparing like a maniac for this crazy feat that even my husband told me he would not have dared.
I suspect Grandma was watching that day when my team accepted the 1st place trophy. And I feel certain she has told everyone who would listen all about her granddaughter; the girl who could do anything she set her mind to.
