I love The Precious to the moon and back, but when someone calls me his Grandma I just cringe.  It’s not that I have a problem with being his father’s mother.  My problem is with the word Grandma.  I just don’t like it.  I have heard my sister’s called Grandma by their grandchildren and it just isn’t a pretty word.  I think it is because it ends in Ma.  Ma just sounds hillbilly. It’s not the only word I dislike (I hate the word fudge too, among others).  I know…I catch a lot of hell about it.  People think I just don’t think I’m old enough to be someone’s grandmother.  That’s not it.  I know exactly how old I am and I am plenty old enough to be a grandparent.  I don’t have a problem with being introduced as a grandmother, it’s the Ma that rankles.

That is why, when we were discussing what the “human bean” would call me, we thought long and hard.  Many things were considered.  I ruled out some, my hubby ruled out some,  my son and non-vag daughter ruled out some…and then we decided on “M”.  Just like in the James Bond movies.  It was supposed to stand for Majesty, but also matriarch, or mother.  (I still think it was Majesty)  When the Precious was old enough to talk he made it Emmy.  Now I have to admit, that was just too precious for words.  So I have become Emmy.  Everyone can tell by looking that I am his grandmother.  I’m not trying to fool anyone.  I am just his Emmy. 

Today I went to pick him up from school so we could go swimming.  I walked into the hallway that runs alongside his room and knocked on the window.  He looked up and shouted, “My Emmy!” and made a break for the door.  By the time I got around to the door he was in the hall and coming for me full throttle.  I got a real hard hug real quick.  Nothing is sweeter than the enthusiasm he shows when he sees me.  It doesn’t have to be at school.  When they come over and I am out in the yard as soon as he sees me he starts bouncing around in the car seat and squealing my name.  I’m pretty sure I would feel the same if he call me Horsecrap, but thank God he calls me Emmy.  Because he does, I’m pretty sure any additional grandchildren I have will as well.

Grandma is fine for other people.  My sister’s are all Grandmas and my mom is a Granny.  That’s great.  But if we have a family gathering and I hear “Emmy” I’m pretty sure it will be aimed at me.  I won’t have to break my neck looking to see if it’s one of my grandchildren or someone else’s.  Emmy and Boppy just work for the hubby and me.  We are Emmy and Boppy kind of people.  Just ask The Precious.  Trust me, he knows everything…and that’s not just an Emmy bragging.

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