I’m going to be a grandmother, at least in the sense that a child of mine is having a child. But I’m not sure if I’ll be a “Grandma” in the name sense.
But I wonder why I think that. There’s nothing wrong with Grandma. I grew up with two Grandmothers and each was called Grandma. I’m not sure when we got away from Grandma.
I know my mom, who was young when she became a grandmother for the first time (just ask her), did not want to be called Grandma.
She’s been Nana through five grandsons and one great-grandson and will be for the new one on the way. My great-grandma was Cookie-mama, because she was already called “Grandma” and she baked cookies all the time – thus what started as Grandma, quickly became Cookie-mama to her great-grandchildren.
My mother-in-law is Gramma to my oldest two, then Grammy to my niece and finally Mimi to my youngest son.
I can’t be a Grammy or a Mimi because she’s it and there should be no usurpers to her throne.
But there are a zillion cute, quirky names out there these days. I know, I’ve Googled.
Since I’m a little late to the game among my peers, I’m finding that a lot of the “new” names are taken.
My sister is G-ma, a name I’d never even heard of before her grandson was born. But since then, well, it’s like when you drive a blue car and suddenly all you see are blue cars. And in the last couple years, I’ve met more than a few G-ma’s.
Gigi is another popular “new” Grandma name, but I already know quite a few fab Gigi’s.
Someone suggested grandchildren should use my first name, but I don’t like that idea. I want a cozy, warm, loving attachment that a special name has.
Like Gaga, I love that name, not just for the singer. Or Glamma – now that’s cute, but might be considered a bit presumptuous on my part.
I thought about Granny, nobody’s called Granny anymore and it could be cute, but I keep seeing Irene Ryan in my head. You have to be old enough to be a grandma to even get that reference.
There are many Mee-maw’s out there who are loving and loved – but I cannot see myself carrying off the moniker.
I love many of the traditional ethnic names for Grandma, but without a claim to the ethnicity I’d feel like a fraud. But if I had a choice, I’d go Polish. Zsa-Zsa is one of their names for grandma. Who wouldn’t love to be called Zsa-Zsa it’s like Grandma and Glama rolled into one.
Then I remembered my great-grandmother on my father’s side. When I was a little girl, I called her Mimiere, it’s French Canadian name for Grandmother. It was what my Dad and Aunt always called her, too. A family name, an ethnicity I have a true claim to and a connection to my past. I think I found it.
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