Jenn McKinlay: When I am late on my deadline, this is why...
They love me, really, they do! Meet Albert (left) and Mochi (right). Hooligan 2 brought them into my life and, of course, I adore them, am happy to kitten-sit them, play with them, spoil them, etc. In fact, it was all lovely and wonderful until H2 said, "Well, you are their grandma."
*Record Scratch*
Grandma? Excuse me? No, no, no, no...I am not ready for that! We haggled for awhile...
Him: Grammy?
Me: No.
Him: Granny?
Me: No.
Him: Meemaw?
Me: Stop.
We finally agreed I could be called "Mimi". I can live with that, plus kittens almost sound like they're saying "Mimi" when they squeak but "grandma" (dear lord) not so much.
In my family both of my grandmothers were "Grammy" with their last name to differentiate. My mom is called "Wowa" and my mother-in-law "Grammy". Both my grandfathers passed early so I have no idea what they were called and my dad was always "Pop-pop" or "Pop" while my father-in-law is Papo.
I can guarantee none of them knew what they'd be called until the day came that the first grandchild opened their face hole and began to speak. I'm planning bribes for the first born grand already so I don't get stuck with a clunker of a name in my golden years.
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| Yes, yes, just give them whatever they want. LOL. |
So, how about it, Reds and Readers, what did you call your grandparents and if you're a grandparent, what are you called?
