One of our GaGa Sisterhood members recently sent me a magazine article by a new grandma who loves her role but says please don’t call her Grandma. She wants to be called by her first name in the same tradition her grandparents were.
The writer wondered if “today’s glamorous grandmas, who wear skinny jeans and run to charity meetings in stilettos,” want to be addressed as Grandma. She asked her friends, whose hyphenated names sounded straight out of a society register, what they liked being called. Their responses included Nonna, Mammy, Evie, Poopsie, Bakie, Franny, Bon-Bon, and Lola, which is what grandmothers are called in the Philippines.
I had to laugh as I read the article from a magazine I do not usually read. These are not the grandmas from my ‘hood. First of all, none of us wear skinny jeans, although we do wear Not Your Daughter’s Jeans. And as for those stilettos at charity events, I haven’t seen a lot of them at the events I attend.
Even though the writer says she always longed to join that “one exclusive group, The Grandmother Club,” I’m not sure she’d fit in with our GaGa Sisterhood. Most of our members like being called Grandma. At our meetings, we often begin with introductions that include what our grandchildren call us. In September, there were 30 members from around the San Francisco Bay Area, and half of them said their grandchildren call them Grandma. There were also four Grammys, two Nanas, and two GaGas.
If this writer’s little granddaughter comes up with her own version of a name when she learns to talk, I bet she’ll be delighted, and treasure it. That’s how I got my name and I wouldn’t trade Baba for the world. Photo © zazzle.com