LIFE. MEMOIR. LIFE LESSONS. GRANDCHILDREN. CROW’S FEET
Grandmother Names
I didn’t choose mine and I highly recommend it
What are you going to have her call you?
I was asked this a lot before my granddaughter was born. At work, among friends and family, at holiday gatherings, in the frozen food aisle at the grocery store. As the time drew closer, I started feeling pressure.
This is a big decision. She’s going to call me this for as long as I live, as will her future siblings and cousins. This is one of those only-one-chance-permanent-type- decisions. I hate those.
So I didn’t make one.
Maddie was 4 months old when she decided on my official Grandmother’s name.
It wasn’t her first choice, but with a little help, she’s the one who picked it out. It’s the one I have now
She was lying on her playmat, batting at all the spinning objects like a prize fighter. I could hear the bells and sounds and her feet kicking the piano mat I’d gotten her when I first noticed that she never stopped kicking her legs as long as she was awake. When she kicked her feet the first time I put the mat under her, she lit up like a lightbulb. She had control over something now. She started kicking faster and harder.