I thought being called “aunty” was tough.
“This generation of grandparents takes the whole naming process more seriously than ever,” said Lin Wellford, coauthor of “The New Grandparents Name Book: A Lighthearted Guide to Picking the Perfect Grandparent Name” (ArtStone, 2009). “How many times in your life do you get to name yourself?”
I remember a time when mothers couldn’t wait to be grandparents — and they didn’t seem to care what we called them. I called my paternal grandma (above), “Grams.” And other grandma was just that — “Grandma.”
But times are a-changing.
Actress (and fellow blogger) Gwyneth Paltrow said, while promoting her new cookbook, “My Father’s Daughter” (Grand Central Life & Style), that her mom, actress Blythe Danner, waned to be called Woof by her grandchildren.
Actress Goldie Hawn, mother to Kate Hudson, wrote in her memoir that the name, “Grandma” was “word that had so many connotations of old age and decrepitude.” (She prefers to be called GlamMa.)
Wellford’s book offers 700 options for grandparents, from G-mom to Bubba to “Sonoma and Napa for a more sophisticated set.”
Why can’t we just accept our age — and where that puts us in this world? Hey, I know I’m 36. I’ve moved from “Sistah” to “Aunty” — and I can’t do anything about it. Except whine in a blog, but hey, I’m not in denial!