I never knew that much went in what your grandparents are called. This may be because I grew up with two Grandmas and two Grandpas (I did get a Memaw as a teenager). Until one day about 4 years ago I asked my step mom if she wanted to be called Memaw (I thought it would be great!) but to her Memaw was her mother, so Grandma it is. And then my mother-in-law wanted to be called Nana (both her sisters are called Nana and she liked it). For some reason I struggle to honor this one, not on purpose, I just find myself calling her Grandma Sue – and then smacking myself on the forehead and saying “I mean Nana.” Did you have this conversation with any of your children’s Grandmothers? Did you really have this conversation with them? Our newest guest blogger, Mary, gives you Grandma’s perspective on choosing a grand-name – and what it really meant to her. –Maggie
Does it really matter what your grandchildren call you? Sometimes we get the name the child decides to call us, which is ok with us just as long as they call us right? I’ve heard Nana, Memee, Memaw and a score of others. Some of my research for this blog turned up some new “modern” grandmother names such as BeBe, GiGi, Mia & Mimi. Hmm…not sure about those! Regardless, how do we decide what we want to be called?
I can only answer this based on my own experience with my Grandma and my Granny. These two women were as different as night and day. They both loved us and we loved them; but when I see the name Granny, I think of the type person my Granny was and the same for my Grandma.
My Granny was one of those people who cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner and when she put it on the table, you ate it. No questions, no complaints. My Grandma on the other hand would ask us what we wanted to eat and although she always put a balanced meal on the table, it would include at least one of the items we asked for. And she would always surprise us with some kind of treat, like her homemade applesauce. Granny would send us home with the leftovers, but Grandma would send us home with the leftovers and some extra treats.
Granny would babysit us and send us in the yard to play. Remember when kids still did that? Now she did live on a farm where there were acres and acres for us to play on. And I have to admit that we did not complain at all about being sent outside because if we stayed inside, we had to watch soap operas or Lawrence Welk! Grandma on the other hand would come outside and play games with us, or simply watch us play. She was like our angel watching over us. She always hugged and kissed us when we first arrived at her house and then again when we left. We knew she loved us 24 hours a day, 7 days a week because we felt it.
These are just a couple of the differences in my Granny and my Grandma but ultimately they were different because they were different people. My Granny was a result of her upbringing as was my Grandma. And as I said, they both loved us in their own way and we knew that.
So I am Grandma, although my grandchildren can call me Bella (another one of those “modern” names) if they chose. However I chose to be called Grandma because I want to inspire my grandchildren with love that they’ll always know is there. They’ll know it because they’ll see me showing it and hear me saying it on a continuous basis. And when I’m gone, I want my grandchildren to still feel my love in their memories and of course in the love I’ll be sending them when I’ve become their angel watching over them.
So how did you decide your grandparent name? Were there experiences in your life that influenced it? If you’re not a grandparent yet, have you given this topic any thought yet? I’d love to hear other people’s thought process on this!by