Confessions of a Grandmother-to-Be

Yes, it's true. In about a month, I am officially going to be a Grandma. This will come as a surprise to the person who asked me if I was Olivia's grandmother 2 weeks after I had given birth to her--14 years ago. It will also shock the clerk at the garden center who asked if I qualified for the senior discount when I was 46. It will make total sense to every professional who meets Annie and me for the first time and asks in the exam room, "And you're her........??" "Right, I'm her MOTHER," I say politely through clenched teeth.

But I'm okay with being a grandmother--heaven knows I've been masquerading as one for at least 10 years. I have to tell you, though, I don't know what to be called, and who decides that anyway? The first grandchild? Better decide now. So I was looking at the official grandmother names website, and here were some of the options: Buh-be, Meemaw, Nana Barbie, Oma, Ninny, Gammie, and Ya-Ya. Ga-Ga was also listed, but somehow I don't think Grandma Ga-Ga would work.

Anyway--very soon we'll welcome Peter & Cris' first baby girl into the world. And I figure she can call me anything she wants.

Jean

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. Psalm 139:13