Hi little guy. How are you doing?
You may wonder why I chose the name Granny out of all the great Grandma names out there.
There’s a story to that. Not an exciting one, but it tells the history of the grandparents in your family.
Back in the olden days, my mom – your great grandmother – called her grandparents Granny and Grand Dad. I’m not actually sure how to spell Grand Dad – if it’s one word or two, but no worries. You concentrate on the Granny part.
I don’t remember much of her. I was a little girl when she died. I remember she had white hair and was in a bed in the den in her house on Bailey’s Neck. We moved into that house later on – I’ll have to tell you that story. I also remember Grand Dad could flip his dentures and that used to freak me out. He was pretty cool though and I do remember him, even though I would have been pretty young. Wait this is about Granny – I digress. A LOT.
So obviously I picked the name from her. I’m hoping you’ll stick with that because you are genetically predisposed to choose a silly name for a grandparent. When I learned to talk – which was at a very early age – we think I tried to say Momma to my grandmother and it came out Muca. And that stuck. With the whole family and every child after that. This is where I apologize to all my cousins who most likely had to explain to their friends as I did why I called my grandmother such a funky name. But she was Muca. My grandfather was Daddy Daddy – I was creative even as a young child.
So now to my mom. She chose the name Grandmommy to have her grandkids call her and fortunately your mother, Aunt Caroline and Uncle Derek were smart enough to catch on. And since I can’t be her (there will only be one Grandmommy), I’ll pick Granny.
If it sticks it sticks. If you pick something else, I’ll love it. I promise. You’ll want to be careful though – weird names tend to get used by everyone and it’s not just me stuck with it – it’s you and all future kids too.
Love you so much already!