I’m going to be a grandmother and probably sooner than later at this point since DIL is home on rest and quiet after yesterday’s checkup with the obstetrician. We’re sending all kinds of “stay put, kid!” energy to the little jumping bean because he needs just a couple more weeks in the oven. So, if you’ve got some good energy to spare, send it out to DIL, okay? Thanks!
The naming thing has been on my mind. The writer in me objects to being called just plain “Grandma.” I know that’s probably bratty. Grandma is a perfectly acceptable moniker and there’s no reason why our little JB can’t call both his grandmothers by the same name and just add our first or last names to avoid confusion. However, I’ve been cruising the Web, old books, and questioning my friends who are already grandparents, looking for just the right name for me.
Husband was easy—he’s Pops. He looks like a Pops. He acts like a Pops. Son loves that name for him and so will the jumping bean. I’m such a Francophile that I seriously considered “Grandmere,” but it was way too formal. As kids, we called our grandmother Nana and that’s also what my sister Kate’s grandkids call her, so that was off the table. My mom was Grandma California, which worked really well for her since she lived in California and the name kept her separate from my dad’s companion, who was Granny. I don’t want to be named after my state though, and besides, both sets of the bean’s grandparents-to-be live here—won’t work. And Granny? No. I am so not a Granny.
I suggested that the kid just call me Nan (it is my name), but Son nixed that immediately, with a rather snarky, “Or how about Mrs. Reinhardt?” I thought about Nonna, Grammy, and had just about settled on the Frenchy Mémé (pronounced Meh-may), when it occurred to me that I should stay away from names that sound too much like Mommy or Mama.
As Husband and I drove home from the lake last weekend, Son and I texted on the topic, and he said, “How about Nanny?” I gave it a dry run to Husband, “What do you think of Nanny and Pops?” It got a grin (the dimpled kind, which is always a good thing!). I took that as approval. Son likes it a lot, so I’m going to be Nanny.
I’ve been practicing. “Come hug Nanny.”
“Nanny and Pops love you so much.”
“Want to walk down to the lake with Nanny?”
“How about a boat ride with Nanny and Pops?”
“Nanny’s going to read you a story.”
Sounds good doesn’t it? I like it. It’s a go… So that’s done. Whew! Now all we have to do is wait for the little guy to make his appearance…but not too soon. I think it would be quite lovely of him to be born on our wedding anniversary (coming up in about three weeks). Maybe I’ll have DIL mention it to him…