I love being a grandma. I love the names by which grandmas are known. One friend has her grandchildren call her
Grammie. Another is referred to as Meemaw. When my sister and I and our cousins were small, we called our grandmother "Mamaw."
I'm just "Grandma" to my grandchildren. And that's fine. I take it as a badge of honor. My grandchildren are good about overlooking my flaws, my lacks, my being woefully behind in all things technology. They accept me as I am. One day my granddaughter Reynna looked at the skirt I was wearing (Coldwater Creek, no less) and said, "Grandma, you have an interesting fashion sense."
I just nodded and said, "Thank you."
So, for today, I am grateful for grandmas everywhere.