Although I thought Princess Rosebud just about said it all; aspiration as well as inspiration, I’ve been renamed.
For most of my life, the most wonderful way to get my attention was to hear my son call out “MOM or Mommy!” and I’d immediately stop what I was doing and give my 100% laser-focused attention to Angel Boy.
I never thought I’d become an obnoxious grandmother; it’s a huge surprise to me, but I confess that I’m REALLY obnoxious. I show pics of Theo to friends at the gym and complete strangers. He’s the most amazing child in the world. HE IS, I promise you.
But now things are different. I still love to hear my son refer to me as Mom, but it doesn’t touch my heart the way it does when Theo, Angel Boy 2.0, wants his “AmmahAmmah”.
It’s the most beautiful sound in all the land, along with the song of the coyote and the howl of a wolf.
Theo first named me “Gammma” and it’s morphed into “AmmhaAmmah”, which sounds cool and hip and a for sure guarantee that he will forever and ever get every single toy that he will ever want.
Those eyes, that hair, oh yes, he’s my heart of hearts.
What do your grandkids call you?