Who would have thought selecting a name for your first grandchild to call you would be difficult?
When I imagine stretching out my arms to a granddaughter and saying, “Come to _______” I go blank.
For years I said “Big Momma” would be my designation. But, when we learned Son would become a Dad, Daughter nixed the “Big Momma” idea.
It would appear that being a Southern grandmother is not enough reason to be “Big Momma.” Apparently, for some people, grandmother names have cultural connotations.
If I’ll not be “Big Momma,” who will I be?
Hubby had mentioned the possibility of G-M for me and G-P for him. After repeating them several times we realized I would become “Jim” and he would become “Jeep.” Funny. But, I don’t see myself as a “Jim” and he’s certainly not a “Jeep.”
Daughter-in-love shared grandmother names that are taken: GrandMom, Grammy, Nana and Memaw. That helps, but it also complicates things, at least for me. When I was a child my grandmothers were Nanny and MeMaw – distinct sounding names without the possibility of confusion.
I considered using either “Me, Mom” (the signature I use when writing my son).
But, MeMom is too close to MeMaw – and Grammy rules out Granny, Granma and others similar. My children had a GrandMom and GrandMa – and when young would confuse the two names.
Unique is not my goal, but it could help my grandchild differentiate between the individuals who love her/him and are involved in his/her life.
Who would have thought this would be so difficult?
A search online for “grandmother names” led me to the Ultimate Guide to Grandparent Names which offered traditional, trendy, playful and international grandmother names.
Among those on the trendy list were:
Fo-Ma, Faux Ma
Um…no. I don’t see myself in that list. Apparently I’m not “trendy.”
The playful list is even wilder.
Hmmm…I’m not so much “sugar and spice and everything nice.” I have a little “snips and snails and puppy dog tails” thrown in for good measure.
And, that’s “Big Momma” for certain.
Perhaps a twist on the traditional “Grandmother” will yield a satisfactory nickname and one that expresses my traditional self, trendy self, and playful self.
I’d much rather make mud pies than apple. And, though I know it’s been said that cleanliness is next to godliness, I tend to lean toward getting close enough to God’s good earth to get some on me.
I think I will be…Granmudder – Muddee, if I decide to shorten it.
Now, all Granmudder and PaPa have to do is wait. And, that’s harder than selecting a name for Granddaughter to call me. 😉