Take the standard Little Old Lady, for instance. She’s small, sweet, and her family think she’s not very bright. She dotes on her children and grandchildren, goes to church on Sundays, and likes to cook and sew. To most writers – and I’m including TV and movie scriptwriters here – she’s a comic figure with little to offer beyond light entertainment.
But look past that façade. She may not be educated, she may mispronounce words and mangle her language to comical effect but she’s incredibly wise. She’s had a lifetime of close observation to know how people tick so she understands why your marriage is falling apart or why your children are in trouble, and her advice is worth heeding. Yes, her religion is illogical, but her faith gives her astonishing strength to deal with any situation. Her framework of belief gives her resilience no matter what disasters occur so she can comfort you despite her own sorrow.
She’s the glue that holds together a far-flung, disparate family. She’s the shoulder to cry on, the phone call in dark hours, the one person who loves you no matter what. That Little Old Lady has depth.
I once borrowed my mother-in-law to play a minor character in one of my books, slipping her in to provide comic relief. I don’t know if she’s ever recognised herself, but I rather hope she hasn’t.
I didn’t do her justice.
(Happy Mother's day, Mom!)