Day 55, February 24

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.